The very next morning, everything started changing faster than I could have dreamed.
Three different groups showed up at our borders—messengers from neighboring packs.
They’d heard what we were doing: taking in refugees, talking about standing together.
And they wanted to be part of it.
One spoke for Alpha Cassia of Riversong.
“She offers full alliance—warriors, food, whatever you need.”
Another was from Ironwood.
“We lost good people to the Crimson Moon’s lies. We can’t fight them alone.”
The third was from Clearwater.
“Together we stand. That’s what we believe.”
I looked at Theron and Kael, my heart pounding with hope.
This was really happening.
We spent the whole day talking, planning, and arguing in the best way.
By nightfall, we had the bones of something real.
We
