CHAPTER FORTY
The air is crisp, as I stand on the edge of our territory, the divide between us and them. The others are restless, milling about in human form, their eyes flickering to the treeline where the rival pack will emerge. Lucas stands beside me, his arm brushing mine in a silent promise of solidarity. I draw strength from his presence, preparing myself for what's to come.
"Remember," Lucas says, his voice low but clear, "we're doing this for the peace of both packs. Cooperation is key."
I nod, my gaze fixed on the forest. I can feel the thrumming energy of the other wolves, an unspoken tension that vibrates through the ground. And then, they appear—shadows materialize into solid forms, Jackson at the helm. His stride is confident, the authority rolling off him in waves that see
