POV: Elara
The early morning fog drifted through the compound, blurring the edges of everything it touched. As I looked over the camp, I couldn’t ignore the mounting tension in the air. Wolves from Talon, Ashfire, and Cedar Hollow moved among each other, preparing for the day’s training, their movements deliberate and cautious. The arrival of Mara’s pack had brought an undeniable advantage, but it also introduced a subtle, unspoken strain. Each pack was here for the same purpose—defeating Silas—but each had different loyalties, and some alliances were held together by a thread.
I watched as my wolves interacted with Mara’s, noting the wary glances, the guarded words. Despite the shared purpose, there was a sense of unease among them, as though any spark could ignite a conflict. It was a
