Chapter 105

“We’ve gathered enough. We’ll be placing snares and setting up simple but effective deterrents. We want them to stumble, to hesitate, and to fear each step they take into our territory.”

He and I moved from group to group, explaining the plans, ensuring that each wolf understood their role in the defense. I could feel the determination radiating from them, a collective commitment that had become stronger with each day, each challenge we’d overcome together. This was no longer just about defending Talon Pack; it was about proving to ourselves, and to Silas, that our strength went beyond numbers or brute force. We were defending our home, our family, and we would do so with every ounce of strategy and courage we possessed.

At midday, the wolves began spreading out along the designated points, their movements swift and efficient as they set up the snares and traps, each carefully camouflaged. Hidden beneath leaves and branches, the traps would serve as silent sentinels, catching any scout or intruder who thought they could slip past unnoticed.

As the wolves worked, Dante and I moved to a high vantage point overlooking the southern border, where the land sloped down into a dense forest. The natural landscape here provided cover, both for us and for any enemy that might try to approach. It was one of the areas we had focused on most intensely, knowing that its hidden trails and uneven terrain would make it a likely target for a stealth attack.

“Look at them,” I said quietly, watching as the wolves moved with purpose, placing traps, testing snares, and checking each other’s work.

“They’re united, focused. Whatever doubts they had before… I don’t see them anymore.”

Dante nodded, a hint of pride in his voice.