Chloe
The next few days went on for what felt like weeks.
Every hour stretched too long. My wolf paced beneath my skin, restless and anxious, always pulling my attention toward the missing pieces of our pack. I could feel them—faint threads tugging at my chest—souls that belonged with us, still trapped somewhere dark and unforgiving.
The council hadn’t been helpful. If anything, they’d made things worse.
After long discussions with Elijah, Marcus, and the others, we decided it was best not to tell them about the raids and rescue missions planned. We knew—knew—that someone in that room wasn’t on our side. The way questions were asked, the careful neutrality that felt rehearsed. I refused to gamble my pack’s safety on political promises and polite lies.
If we were bringing our people ho
