POV: Elara
The night was heavy, the darkness thick and unyielding as Talon Pack settled in the quiet aftermath of our first skirmish with Silas’s wolves. Spirits were high, the victory fresh and morale strong, but I knew better than to be lulled into a sense of security. Silas was ruthless, relentless, and the setback we had dealt him would only fuel his rage.
Two nights later, our scouts spotted movement along the border again. This time, it wasn’t just a patrol. Silas himself had come.
I received the message late, roused from restless sleep by Lyle, his face tense as he explained. “Alpha, Silas is at the western border. He… he’s calling for you directly.”
I met Dante in the courtyard, his expression grim as we exchanged a knowing look. Silas wouldn’t show up in person unless he had s
