Chapter Thirty-Six
The valley woke to silence after the corridor battle. Not the calm of victory, but the uneasy hush that follows a calculated m******e. Wolves padded cautiously along ridges and pathways, ears twitching, senses straining. Their Alpha energy mirrored their humans’ unease, responding instinctively to subtle shifts in bond and intention.
Cain stood near the eastern overlook, eyes narrowed, gaze fixed on the distant treeline. His jaw was tight; every muscle in his body screamed frustration. Despite the rout of Ironholt forces, a lingering bitterness gnawed at him. The victory had been flawless, yet… incomplete.
Lyra moved beside him, wolf form at her flank, both ready to shift if necessary. She could feel Cain’s tension vibrating through the bond. His rage and moral disson
