Chapter 112

Elara met his gaze without flinching, her expression fierce.

“You have no idea what Talon Pack is capable of, Silas. But you’re about to find out.”

He laughed, a sound filled with contempt, and then lunged forward, his wolves following his lead with renewed ferocity. The battle escalated, each wolf pushing themselves to their limit. Silas was targeting Elara, his every movement calculated to break her, to prove himself as the stronger Alpha. I could feel my own rage building, a fierce need to protect her, to shield her from his cruelty. I moved closer to her, fighting my way through the chaos to reach her side. She noticed me, a quick glance of acknowledgment before she returned her focus to Silas. We stood back-to-back, fending off the wolves that closed in around us, our movements in sync, each of us anticipating the other’s strikes. It was as if we had trained together for years, our instincts perfectly aligned.

Silas circled, his eyes narrowing as he studied our defense, looking for any sign of weakness. But Elara and I held firm, our combined strength a wall he couldn’t break. He lunged at her, his claws raking through the air, but I intercepted him, forcing him back with a fierce snarl.

“You’ll have to get through me first,” I growled, my voice low and deadly.

Silas sneered, his eyes flashing with anger.

“So, you’ve become her lapdog, Dante? Pathetic.”