CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
The scent of charred timber and fresh blood fills the air as I approach the Iron Will pack's territory. My heart hammers against my ribcage—not just from the exertion of running but also from the anxiety of what I'm about to face. A part of me wants to turn back, to flee to the comforting embrace of the Golden Paw pack, but I push forward.
I shift into human form at the edge of the clearing, finding my balance on two legs. The transformation never ceases to leave me in awe of our kind's gifts. As I step into the heart of the Iron Will pack, the scene before me is one of organized chaos. Shifters move with intent, some carrying lumber, others patching up holes left by the rogue wolves' vicious attack. Their movements are efficient, a testament to their resilience, but
