POV: Silas
The fire crackled in the center of the camp, its light dancing across the faces of the wolves gathered around me. Their eyes gleamed in the flickering glow, some with anticipation, others with barely concealed doubt. It didn’t matter. I would turn that doubt into conviction—or crush it entirely.
Tyrell stood at my side, his hulking form a shadow that loomed over the others. His loyalty was unquestionable, his strength unmatched, but even he wasn’t immune to the tension in the air. The wolves were restless, their energy vibrating like a taut wire ready to snap.
I let the silence stretch, holding their gazes one by one, letting them feel the weight of my scrutiny. Silence was a weapon I had learned to wield well—it made them uncomfortable, uncertain, eager to fill the void with
