POV: Elara
The air in the compound was thick with tension and purpose. Every wolf moved with a singular focus, each day bringing us closer to the inevitable confrontation with Silas and his pack. Training was relentless, every tactic rehearsed, every wolf sharpened into a tool of survival. Yet, even as Talon Pack grew stronger and more united, I felt the weight of another decision settling over me—a choice I hadn’t expected to make, but one that could change everything.
It was Dante who brought it up, late one evening after a grueling day of drills. We stood together at the edge of the training grounds, watching as the younger wolves began to disperse, exhausted but resolute. I could see pride in his eyes as he looked over them, a shared belief in the strength we were building. But there
