POV: Elara
The training grounds buzzed with a tension I could feel in my bones. The air was heavy with unspoken words, each glance and whispered conversation thick with doubt. The pack was divided—I could see it in the way they clustered, the way some wolves greeted me with deference while others barely acknowledged my presence. Their unease wasn’t just about Silas or the threat looming on the horizon. It was about Dante.
Since his return, the rift in Talon Pack had grown, a fault line splitting loyalties that I had spent so much time trying to cement. Wolves who once stood firmly behind me now hesitated, their faith shaken. And today, I could feel the fracture widening.
I walked through the grounds, nodding at wolves as I passed. Most returned the gesture, but some quickly averted thei
