POV: Elara
The tension in the compound was thick, like the pressure in the air before a storm. I could feel it in the way the wolves moved, in the uneasy glances they exchanged, in the whispers that fell silent when I entered a room. Dante’s return had stirred up the pack, reopening old wounds, and while some wolves were relieved to see him back, others seemed wary, their loyalty to him strained by lingering memories of his banishment.
I stood outside the meeting hall, breathing in the cool morning air and preparing myself for what I knew would be a difficult discussion. The council was gathering today, along with several of the senior wolves, to address the concerns that had been building since Dante’s return. These were wolves who had witnessed his fall from grace, who had supported th
