Chapter 116

That night, I barely slept, my mind racing with thoughts of betrayal, of unseen threats lurking within our own ranks. The markings on the trees haunted me, a reminder that Silas’s scouts had crossed into our territory with ease, that they were watching, waiting for us to falter.

The following morning, I rose before dawn, moving through the compound to check on each station, each wolf assigned to watch over the borders. My presence seemed to ease some of the tension, wolves nodding respectfully, their eyes bright with determination. Despite the fear, the pack was ready, committed to the cause.

As I made my way to the western border, Dante joined me, his gaze steady but shadowed with the same exhaustion I felt. He had been awake all night, coordinating the patrols, reinforcing every vulnerable point.

“Any sign of movement?” I asked quietly as we neared the edge of the territory.

He shook his head.

“Nothing yet. But the wolves are on edge. They know Silas is close, and they’re worried about the possibility of a spy.”

“Then we need to show them that we’re stronger than his threats,” I replied, my voice filled with resolve.