POV: Elara
The moon was full tonight, casting a silvery glow over the compound and washing everything in a pale, ghostly light. The pack was quiet, resting after a day of relentless training, the tension of the looming battle with Silas palpable in every wolf’s gaze. I had spent the day overseeing preparations, coordinating patrols, and strategizing with Osric and Celia. But even with every detail covered, a restlessness simmered within me, an unease that refused to settle.
Silas had always been a threat, but now, with every passing day, he felt like a storm gathering on the horizon, ready to strike. And with Dante back in the pack, the weight of it all felt heavier, more complicated. His return had stirred up old emotions I’d buried, unresolved questions that lingered like shadows. Toni
