Rebellious Whispers
As Iris strolled through the pack's center grounds, the fresh morning air carried a subtle aroma of pine and dew. Even though her thoughts were racing with anxiety, she maintained a steady gait and composed posture. She couldn't help but think about what had happened the night before, Damon's betrayal now a festering sore. Her next move, however, needed to be well thought out rather than rash.
"Iris!" a little voice said, interrupting her concentration.
Several younger wolves approached, their faces tentative but resolute, as she turned to face them. Ethan, the omega she had protected throughout training, was in the front. His anxious gaze glanced about to make sure no one was listening.
"What is it?" Iris inquired in a circumspect tone. She had discovered that she
