POV: Elara
The air was thick with anticipation as the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, casting the compound in shades of dusky purple. The wolves of Talon, Ashfire, and Cedar Hollow moved quietly through the camp, finishing their final preparations, every movement filled with purpose and solemnity. Tomorrow, everything we had trained for, every bond we had forged, would be tested. Silas was coming, and we would be ready.
I could feel the weight of the moment settle over me as I made my rounds, checking in with each group, offering words of encouragement and reassurance. The pack responded with nods, quiet affirmations, and a determination that filled me with pride. They were afraid—who wouldn’t be? But they were also resolute, committed to defending their home and each oth
