Chapter 113

The border was quiet when we arrived, but I could feel the tension in the air, a palpable unease that settled over the gathered wolves. Silas stood just beyond our territory, a shadow among his wolves, his figure tall and imposing in the dim moonlight. His eyes gleamed with a predatory glint, his stance calm and controlled, a stark contrast to the barely contained fury I sensed beneath the surface.

He took a step forward, his gaze fixed on me, and I could see the smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Alpha Elara,” he called out, his voice smooth but carrying an edge of malice.

“You’ve certainly given us an enthusiastic welcome.”

I held my ground, my voice steady.

“You crossed our borders uninvited, Silas. I did what any Alpha would to protect her pack.”

He laughed, the sound low and mocking, and his wolves shifted around him, their stances tense, ready.