POV: Elara
The days that followed Dante’s revelation were some of the most harmonious I had ever seen within Talon Pack. His story, his honesty, had brought a sense of closure, a healing that was palpable among the wolves. The pack moved with a renewed unity, each wolf focused and dedicated, no longer weighed down by questions about loyalty or trust. But even as we grew stronger within, the shadow of Silas’s threat loomed ever closer, pressing against our borders like a storm waiting to break.
One evening, as the last rays of sunlight faded, a scout came rushing into the compound. His face was tense, his breath short, and I could see the urgency in his eyes before he even spoke.
“Alpha,” he said, dipping his head quickly. “There’s… something you need to see. We found a group of rogues n
