Kyra’s POV
The camp was tense, a simmering pressure beneath the usual morning bustle. Warriors moved with purpose, but beneath the surface, whispers circulated like venom, carrying doubt, suspicion, and unspoken resentments. The alliances we had worked so hard to forge after the rogue attacks were beginning to crack.
I stood atop a rise overlooking the gathering, dagger sheathed at my hip, wolf stirring faintly beneath my ribs. My gaze swept across the allied packs—familiar faces, wary faces, and some I didn’t trust even at a glance. Every leader carried their own ambition, their own agendas, and in this fragile alliance, any one of them could tip the balance toward chaos.
Alaric appeared beside me, moving silently, silver wolf at his side. I didn’t startle; I knew he was there before h
