POV: Elara
The moon was high in the sky when a quiet knock at my door pulled me from the depths of a restless sleep. I rose, quickly throwing on a cloak and opening the door to find Celia standing there, her face tense and shadowed by worry. The chill in the air seemed to cling to her, and I knew immediately that something was wrong.
“Celia?” I whispered, stepping aside so she could enter.
She glanced around the hall, as if expecting someone to overhear, before she spoke. “Elara, there are… rumors spreading through the pack. Disturbing ones.”
My heart sank, an uneasy feeling settling over me. We had worked so hard to bring the pack together, to build the unity that would hold us strong against Silas’s coming attack. I thought we had achieved it. But I knew all too well that distrust co
