POV: Dante
The days following the Legacy Ceremony were filled with a renewed sense of purpose. The pack moved with a confidence I hadn’t seen before, each wolf carrying a quiet strength, a resilience that went beyond the scars we had collected from battle. The Legacy Stone had grounded us, reminding us of what we were fighting for, what we were protecting. Talon Pack was more than just a territory; it was a legacy, something each of us was bound to in ways that were unspoken but deeply felt.
But as the nights grew longer and the cold of winter settled over the forest, a subtle unease began to creep in. I could feel it in the way the wolves glanced over their shoulders on patrol, in the whispers that passed through the pack, hushed and cautious. There was a tension in the air, an instinct
