Chapter 104

The suggestion sparked an idea, one that held a dangerous appeal. If Silas wanted to exploit weakness, we could give him one—an illusion, a false fracture within our pack that would lead him into a trap.

“It’s risky,” I admitted, considering the implications.

“But if it works, it could turn the tide. Silas would never see it coming.”

The council exchanged glances, their expressions resolute. We had come too far, worked too hard, to let Silas unravel us with whispers and shadows. If he wanted to play games, we would show him that Talon Pack was ready, that we could outsmart him at every turn.

I looked around at the wolves who had become my family, each of them committed to the fight ahead. We had been tested, pushed to our limits, but we were stronger for it. And now, with this new plan, we had a way to bring the fight to Silas on our terms.

That night, as the council dispersed and the compound fell quiet, I stood alone, looking out over the land I had sworn to protect. Silas’s shadow loomed, but I felt no fear—only a fierce determination, a quiet confidence that we were ready.

When the time came, Silas would find himself trapped in the web he had tried to weave around us. And together, we would face him—united and unbreakable—ready to defend our pack, our home, and each other.