POV: Elara
The dawn that broke over the clearing the morning after the battle felt as surreal as a dream, filled with a soft, fragile peace I hadn’t dared to hope for. The first light of day spilled over the trees, cutting through the lingering mist and smoke, casting the field in a gentle, golden glow. It was over. We had fought with everything we had, defending each other and the family we had built together. Silas’s reign of threat and terror was ended, his wolves scattered, his presence no longer casting a shadow over our lives.
I looked around, taking in the sight of wolves from Talon Pack, Ashfire, and Cedar Hollow, leaning on each other, tending wounds, helping one another to stand. Despite the blood and bruises, there was a sense of unity, a shared relief that eased the fatigue e
