POV: Silas
The night air was sharp, biting against my skin as I moved silently through the underbrush, my pack following closely behind me. The forest was alive with the sounds of night creatures, but I barely registered them. My focus was fixed on Talon Pack’s borders, the familiar territory that had once been mine—my home, my inheritance.
Once, I had walked these paths with the confidence of a wolf destined to lead. I’d believed that I would inherit the mantle of Alpha, that the pack would recognize my strength and vision. But they hadn’t. Talon Pack had betrayed me, cast me aside in favor of weaker leaders, wolves who thought peace was worth more than power, who valued family and loyalty over dominance.
I had tried to show them another way, to help them understand that we could be mo
