POV: Elara
The morning sun cast a warm glow over the compound as the pack gathered for another day of training. After Silas’s chilling threat, every wolf had sensed the urgency of our preparations, and a new energy filled the air—one of quiet determination and, perhaps for the first time, unity. The doubts, the divisions that had once rippled through the pack, seemed to fade as a single purpose solidified among us. We were preparing not just to survive but to protect each other, to protect Talon.
I stood at the edge of the training grounds, watching as the pack assembled. Wolves of every age and rank lined up, their gazes sharper, more focused than ever before. There was a fierceness in their eyes, a collective understanding that we could no longer afford the luxury of hesitation. I coul
