POV: Elara
The compound was buzzing with an energy I hadn’t felt since my father’s time. Word had spread quickly about the encounter at the borderlands, whispers rippling through the pack as they learned of the scouts we had intercepted and the undeniable proof of Silas’s intentions. There was no more room for doubt; war was on the horizon, and I had no choice but to prepare my pack for the battle ahead.
I stood on the training grounds, watching as my pack assembled. Wolves of all ages gathered, their faces a mix of apprehension and determination. They knew what this meant. I could feel their resolve solidifying, a bond forming between us as we readied ourselves for the struggle we all sensed coming.
Dante moved beside me, his gaze steady as he took in the assembled pack. We had agreed
