CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
The echoes of the battle still ring in my ears as I stand amidst the wreckage of what used to be a peaceful clearing. The scent of earth and blood mingles uneasily in the air, an olfactory reminder of the rogue attack that brought the Golden Paw wolves and the Iron Will wolves to the brink of devastation. But now, in the aftermath, there is no snarl or snap of rivalry, just the shared purpose of survival and recovery.
I weave through the groups of shifters, my eyes taking in the sight of former enemies binding each other's wounds and offering supportive growls and whimpers. A pair of massive wolves, one with the distinctive silver tint of the Iron Will and the other bearing the golden markings of our pack, labor side by side to move a fallen tree limb. Their cooperation
