Darren POV:
The room feels heavy with tension as Derek issues his command, his voice absolute and sharp, leaving no room for arguments.
"Gather the warriors. I need him - Alive!"
I nod, keeping my expression neutral, though my insides churn. There is no room for hesitation now; the weight of the pack's survival is pressing down on all of us. And every decision taken in this room decides the pack's fate. I can't shake the uneasiness curling in my gut.
Derrach Thorne. His name was poison in this pack, an unforgettable reminder of wounds that had never fully healed. A treacherous scar!
I step out of the room, the echo of Derek's command still ringing in my ears. Outside, the cool predawn air brush against my face, offering a brief respite and escape from the storm brewing inside. I inha
