POV: Elara
The following days were filled with an intense quiet, a stillness in the air that seemed to hover over the compound. Each wolf knew we were on the cusp of something, that Silas wouldn’t simply walk away after the display we had put on for his scouts. He had tasted the edge of our defenses, seen our unity, and we knew he wouldn’t hesitate to test it further.
We were all on high alert, and I felt the strain of it pressing down on my shoulders, the weight of each decision amplified by the anticipation of what was to come. Every day, scouts returned from patrol with the same report: Silas’s pack was gathering on the far side of the border, their movements calculated, ominous, and waiting. It was only a matter of time before he would make his move.
It came at dusk, on the edge of
