POV: Elara
The first light of dawn brought a sense of unease I couldn’t quite shake. Despite the progress we’d made in uniting Talon and Ashfire Packs, whispers of mistrust lingered in the shadows, simmering beneath the surface. Even after days of successful joint training, I could feel the invisible divide, a tension between wolves who, while committed to our cause, still viewed each other as outsiders.
It was something Silas would exploit the moment he saw it.
As I stood outside the Alpha’s house, watching the compound slowly come to life, Dante approached, his expression as pensive as my own.
“You feel it too,” he said, his voice quiet.
I nodded, crossing my arms. “We’ve done everything we can to unite them, but there’s still hesitation, uncertainty. They’re fighting as one, but… t
