POV: Elara
The tension in the compound grew as the days passed, each moment heavy with the expectation of Silas’s impending attack. We had fortified our defenses, built our traps, and doubled our patrols, but despite all our preparations, a feeling of unease gnawed at me. Silas had made his intentions clear, yet his silence in the days following his confrontation felt ominous, as if he were waiting for something, calculating his next move.
Late one night, as the pack settled into a weary quiet, a faint rustle echoed from the perimeter of the compound. I stiffened, alert, catching the scent of something unfamiliar. I exchanged a glance with Dante, who was already on his feet, his gaze sharp. Without a word, we moved to the outer edge, where a few of our guards were stationed, each wolf eq
