CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
With the urgency of a storm brewing on the horizon, I stand before Jackson, my heart pounding like the drumbeats of war. His presence is commanding, his stance imposing against the backdrop of the dense forest that marks the territory of the Ghost Moon pack. The rogue wolves have made their threat known, an ominous shadow creeping across all our lands, and it’s time to act.
"Jackson," I start, my voice steadier than I feel, "we can't ignore the danger anymore. The rogues are tearing through your defenses as if they're made of cobwebs." I pause, searching his face for any sign of agreement. His eyes, the color of a tempestuous sea, hold mine with an intensity that makes me want to look away, but I don't. He needs to hear this; they all do.
"An alliance," I say, the wor
