Jessica Lewis
The night was still thick with tension, even after the last of the enemy had disappeared. Wolves moved through the village, tending to the injured, whispering amongst themselves. No one said it aloud, but the truth hung heavy in the air.
We weren’t safe here.
Tristan stood at the center of the hall, his presence commanding as the pack gathered before him. His jaw was tight, his dark eyes unreadable, but the power radiating from him was unmistakable.
“Our purpose here is done,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “We leave first thing tomorrow.”
A murmur swept through the wolves, but no one argued.
I frowned. Leave?
I had only been here for a few weeks, but I thought this was their home. Where else would we go?
Before I could dwell on it, the meeting ended. Wolves began
