POV: Elara
The morning sun cast long shadows over the Talon Pack compound, illuminating the familiar faces I had come to know over decades of service. But the light did little to ease the growing tension that clung to the pack like a storm waiting to break. Each wolf moved with purpose, heads bowed slightly, their eyes avoiding one another’s too often for comfort.
I stood near the edge of the training grounds, arms crossed, watching the pack’s movements. Every decision I made as Alpha carried weight—some visible, some invisible, but all inescapable. Today, that weight was compounded by the one wolf whose presence I couldn’t ignore.
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The last person I wanted to find myself alone with was Dante. Yet here we were, pacing the northern border of Talon
