The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a pale glow across the two encampments. Aria stood on the ridge overlooking Crescent Park’s camp, her heart heavy with the weight of the choices she had made. The valley below was quiet, the usual sounds of morning stilled by the tension that hung in the air like a thick fog.
Steve was on the other side of the valley, his own camp shrouded in the early morning mist. Though they were only a short distance apart, it felt as if a chasm had opened between them. The truce they had forged was tenuous at best, and with every passing moment, the pressure to make the right decision mounted. The tension wasn’t only between their packs but within their hearts.
Aria wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the chill that had nothing
