Thirty hours before the operation, Silvercrest Pack gathered for what Sera privately thought of as their last quiet evening. Not because she believed they wouldn’t survive—she refused to entertain that possibility—but because after tomorrow night, everything would change. Win or lose, the world they’d known before would be gone, replaced by something new and uncertain.
She’d called no formal assembly: no speeches, no tactical briefings, no urgent meetings. Just the pack, together, doing what wolves did when the world felt heavy—sharing food, sharing stories, sharing the simple comfort of being surrounded by those they loved.
“They transformed the pack house’s great hall from a war room back into a communal space.” Long tables were laden with food that pack members had been cooking all da
