Kael POV
The courtyard of the Silverfang pack had returned to its usual rhythm after the rogue attack.
Warriors moved across the grounds repairing the damaged gates and collecting weapons left behind after the battle. The healer’s lodge was filled with injured wolves, and patrol teams had already been sent to track the retreating rogues in the forest.
Yet beneath the routine…
The pack was restless.
Everywhere Kael walked, the whispers followed.
He could hear them even when the voices were low.
“Did you see her?”
“She was holding him.”
“A rogue in the Alpha’s territory.”
“They knew each other.”
Kael kept walking through the courtyard, his expression unreadable. His posture remained straight, his authority unquestionable, but inside his mind the tension continued to grow.
Fenrir
