The celebration that followed their victory was a welcome balm to Emily’s frayed nerves. Laughter echoed through the clearing, a chorus of relief and joy as the pack reveled in their hard-fought triumph over Malachi. Lanterns hung from the trees, casting a warm glow on the faces of her newfound family. Yet, despite the jubilant atmosphere, Emily felt a twinge of apprehension lurking just beneath the surface. Malachi’s threat loomed large in her mind, a dark cloud that threatened to overshadow their moment of victory. Liam, ever perceptive, noticed her distraction as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. “What’s on your mind?” he asked softly, his voice a comforting rumble in the night. She sighed, leaning into him. “I just can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t over

