The storm had been brewing for days. Not one of wind and rain, but a storm of whispers, of betrayal and divided loyalty that shook the very foundations of the packs. The air crackled with tension, thick and suffocating, and I could feel it in every breath I took.
As the cure spread like wildfire, healing those who had been ravaged by the virus, it wasn’t just hope that was rekindled. It was also fear. Fear of the power I wielded. And with that fear, came resistance.
The packs were splintering before my very eyes.
"I told you they wouldn’t accept it," Lucian muttered as we stood in the shadow of our makeshift war room. The moonlight from outside filtered through the narrow window, casting long shadows across the room. "You’ve got a handful of supporters, but for every ally, an enemy is w
