The next few days felt like the calm before a storm. The tension in Silverwood was palpable, the air heavy with an unspoken unease. The pack was on high alert, their focus razor-sharp as they prepared for whatever the Ridge pack had planned. And in the middle of it all, Lyla felt herself standing on the precipice of something vast and unknowable.
She spent her days training with Eli, Dani, and even Mason though Mason’s “help” often felt more like a series of veiled insults. Still, she persevered, pushing herself harder than she ever thought possible. She wasn’t just trying to keep up; she was determined to prove that she belonged.
But at night, the forest whispered to her.
The dreams began again vivid, haunting, and unrelenting. Each time, she was in the forest, surrounded by shadows th
