As Thane carried Serene's fragile body in his arms, he walked alongside Slate, his mind already racing ahead, thinking about what awaited them for killing werewolves outside their territory. The moon hung low in the sky, its soft glow casting a somber light on their path. The cool breeze rustled the leaves.
"Slate," Thane's voice broke the silence, "I need you to gather all the Shadow Wolf Alphas. Tell them to meet me at the packhouse and make sure they know it’s important."
Slate nodded, his expression grim as he absorbed the gravity of Thane's words. "I’m sure they’ll know it's important, you haven’t asked them to gather before."
Thane's gaze shifted to Serene, who lay nestled in his arms, her features serene despite the turmoil that had engulfed their lives. He gently adjusted his ho
