POV: Dante
The weight of what we were about to face settled over the compound like a fog. Silas had made his intentions clear, and every wolf here knew what was at stake. There was no escaping the reality that war was coming, and I could feel the urgency, the quiet fear, and the unspoken determination in every wolf who moved through the compound.
Elara was at the heart of it all, orchestrating preparations with a focus and intensity that left me both proud and concerned. I watched her as she coordinated groups, assigned wolves to defense points, and strategized with Osric and Celia. She carried herself with the unshakable poise of a true Alpha, her voice steady, her decisions firm. And yet, I could see the strain beneath her composure, the weight of responsibility pressing down on her.
