Chapter 107

Across the circle, Garren, one of the older wolves, shook his head, his expression doubtful.

“With respect, Elara, loyalty to you doesn’t mean loyalty to the pack. Dante was always… different. Ambitious. He wanted more than just a place in Talon Pack. He wanted power. Some of us worry that hasn’t changed.”

A murmur of agreement rose from several wolves, and I could feel the uncertainty in the room, the doubt that had festered quietly since Dante’s arrival. They respected me as their Alpha, but they didn’t trust Dante’s motives, and the distrust was beginning to spread.

“Dante’s loyalty is to Talon Pack,” I insisted, my voice steady.

“Since his return, he has done nothing but strengthen our defenses, train the younger wolves, and share invaluable knowledge about Silas. He’s as committed to our safety as any of us.”

“Maybe he’s committed now,” Garren replied, his gaze unwavering.

“But what about when the threat is gone? When Silas is defeated? What then, Elara? How can we be sure he won’t start challenging you, stirring up the same division he did before?”