Brielle's POV
The garden was quiet, save for the soft rustle of leaves and the distant howls echoing across Silvermoon. I stood in the moonlight, letting the silence settle around me like a cloak. The last two days had been relentless: Sylvia's lies, the wolves’ suspicions, the confrontation in the gathering hall.
And then… the shift.
Not everyone trusted me.
But enough of them were starting to.
They watched me now with something that wasn’t exactly warmth, but it wasn’t rejection either.
It was... consideration.
Possibility.
I had earned that. Fought tooth and claw for it.
And now, I was going to hold onto it.
That’s why I’d been up since dawn, working through the patrol rosters, reshuffling wolves, adjusting posts. The old system worked during peacetime
but this? This was not
