POV: Elara
The days after our victory passed in a mixture of relief and solemnity. The weight of what we had fought for, what we had sacrificed, settled over the compound like a quiet fog. Wolves moved through their routines with a mixture of exhaustion and pride, tending to wounds both visible and hidden, sharing stories of the battle, honoring those who had fought and those who had fallen. The scars were fresh, the grief raw, but woven through it all was a sense of resilience, a strength that carried us forward.
I spent those first days visiting each wolf, making sure they felt seen, valued, and heard. Our strength had come from unity, and now it was more important than ever to nurture that bond, to remind each wolf that they were part of something greater, something worth every sacrif
