Derek’s pov
As the day progressed, I found myself observing Nash. He interacted well with the members of the pack, particularly the younger ones. He seemed genuinely invested in helping us prepare for the impending war. However, a nagging doubt still lingered in the back of my mind. Could we truly trust him? It was a risk I was taking for the sake of the pack.
Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and red, I called a pack meeting to discuss our strategy. Nash offered some valuable insights, showcasing his expertise in combat and warfare. His suggestions were sound, and I found myself warming up to the idea of having him on our side. Still, doubts remained, a constant reminder of the uncertainty that came with embracing change.
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