POV: Dante
The morning after the final battle was shrouded in an eerie calm. The sky was streaked with pale sunlight, soft and fragile, filtering through the trees as if uncertain of its welcome. The compound was silent, save for the quiet sounds of wolves moving through it, their footsteps slow, burdened by exhaustion, grief, and relief. Silas was gone, his threat extinguished, but his shadow lingered in the heavy silence of the pack.
I walked through the compound, checking in on each wolf. Some bore wounds from the battle, others the scars of loss that ran even deeper. Wolves nodded as I passed, their eyes meeting mine with a mixture of respect and gratitude. They looked different somehow, as if the battle had transformed them, binding them to something larger than themselves. They wer
