POV: Elara
The camp was quiet now, the stillness of the night settling over Talon Pack like a fragile peace. The fires burned low, their embers glowing softly in the cool air, and most of the pack had retreated to their dens. For the first time in days, there was no immediate crisis to address, no battle to plan, no council debates to endure. It should have been a relief.
But I couldn’t sleep.
The weight of the past weeks hung heavy on my shoulders, pressing into me with a force that even solitude couldn’t shake. The constant strain of proving myself as Alpha, the endless whispers of doubt, and the looming shadow of Silas’s threats—all of it felt like a storm that refused to break.
I found myself walking toward the forest’s edge, my feet carrying me to a place where the trees thinned a
