Chapter 110

“Leave, and tell Silas that Talon Pack is stronger than he knows.”

The leader hesitated, his pride clearly warring with his desire for survival. But as he looked around, seeing his wolves struggling against my own, the reality of their defeat became clear. With a growl, he struggled to his feet, signaling to the remaining wolves to retreat. One by one, they backed away, their expressions filled with fury and frustration as they disappeared into the trees, leaving us alone on the border.

The moment they were gone, I let out a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline begin to fade, replaced by a mixture of relief and exhaustion. My wolves stood around me, bruised but victorious, their faces alight with pride. We had faced our first skirmish with Silas’s forces, and we had emerged stronger, a united front that had proven its resilience.

Dante moved beside me, his expression one of quiet satisfaction.

“They weren’t expecting that.”

I nodded, my heart swelling with pride as I looked over my pack.

“They thought they could intimidate us, test our defenses. But they’ve seen now that Talon Pack won’t break.”