POV: Elara
Life in the compound had settled into a tense rhythm, each day marked by the echoes of training and the ever-present watchfulness of my pack. I could sense the anxiety simmering below the surface, even as they went about their daily routines. Though I’d completed the Alpha Trials and Dante had spoken in my support, the threat of Silas and the lingering mistrust within Talon Pack still shadowed every interaction, every glance exchanged in the common spaces.
It was early morning, and I watched from the steps of the Alpha’s house as the compound began to stir. Wolves moved between the sturdy buildings, each crafted with the rough, utilitarian design that suited the ruggedness of Talon Pack. Some were headed to the training grounds, where Dante was already preparing for the mornin
