“Elijah’s going to get us killed.”
Zane’s voice was low but tense, his eyes flickering toward the wolves gathered in the distance. The pack was restless, their murmurs growing louder by the hour. They could sense the instability, the chaos brewing under Elijah’s command, even if no one dared to say it out loud.
I clenched my fists, frustration knotting in my chest. “I know.”
“And you’re still going to follow him?” Zane asked, his voice hard, accusatory.
I turned to face him, my jaw tight. “What do you expect me to do? He’s already made it clear what happens if I don’t.”
Zane’s expression darkened, but he didn’t argue. He didn’t need to. We both knew the truth. Elijah’s rule was crumbling before it had even fully begun, but I was trapped. The pack was trapped. And if I made the wrong m
