CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
The air in the council room hums with a charged tension, like the static just before lightning strikes. I stand shoulder to shoulder with the Silver Paws pack, my gaze flitting across the faces of our new allies, the Shadow Tail wolves, who've come to bolster our ranks against the rogues terrorizing our borders.
Silas stands at the head of the room, his presence commanding even in silence. His brown eyes scan the assembly with an intensity that makes my pulse quicken—not from fear, but from a complex tangle of respect and something more dangerous. I remind myself to focus as he clears his throat, ready to address us all.
"Thank you for coming," Silas begins, his voice resonating through the space. "The rogue threat is unlike any we've faced. They're organized, viciou
