POV: Dante
A year had passed since the final battle with Silas. The compound felt different now, yet everything was grounded in a familiar, steady rhythm. Talon Pack had rebuilt, not just its territory but its spirit. Wolves from Talon, Ashfire, Cedar Hollow, and even a few other neighboring packs mingled freely, the old borders and divisions little more than distant memories. We were no longer just a pack; we were a family.
Today was a special day—one that Elara and I had spent months preparing. It was a day to honor our past, to recognize our journey, and to celebrate everything we’d fought for. The compound buzzed with excitement as wolves gathered from all over, their voices mingling in a low hum of anticipation.
I stood on the ridge overlooking the compound, watching as groups of w
