POV: Elara
The days leading up to the battle passed in a blur of activity. The compound was alive with purpose as we finalized every detail, reinforced every border, and prepared each wolf for what was to come. Silas’s presence loomed over us, a dark shadow we could feel pressing closer with each sunrise. Every wolf knew that this would be the true test of our strength, of our unity. We had fought small skirmishes, defended our borders, but this was different—this was war.
The morning dawned with a heavy, clouded sky, casting a muted light over the camp as wolves moved through their routines with a grim determination. The air was thick with anticipation, every glance carrying an unspoken understanding. Today was the last day of training. After this, we would be as ready as we could be, a
