*Silver Fang Territory, Midnight*
The forest thickened as George followed the Silver Fang warrior deeper into enemy lands.
The trees here seemed to lean in, their branches tangled above his head. Every step carried him farther from Moonlight Pack, from chains and shame, and closer to the storm that brewed in silence.
His wolf prowled close to the surface, ears pricked, teeth bared, pacing within his chest as though even it understood they were crossing into a place that did not forgive weakness.
Each breath George took reminded him of old battles fought on this soil. There was no softness here, no hearth fires or pup laughter.
The scout moved with the quiet skill of a seasoned fighter, never once looking back to check if George followed. He didn’t need to. George’s wolf was awake no
