Chapter 119

“I will. But right now, we need to make use of every resource we have. Silas won’t wait, and neither can we.”

Over the next few days, the compound buzzed with activity as we integrated Cedar Hollow’s wolves into our defenses, pairing them with Talon and Ashfire warriors, reinforcing our positions along the borders. Mara herself moved among her warriors, her presence calm and commanding, her gaze always sharp as she watched the preparations unfold. Her wolves respected her with a fierce loyalty, and I could see the value they brought—strong, disciplined, and well-trained for skirmishes.

But even as we worked together, I felt the tension that lingered in the air. Mara’s wolves were skilled, but they held themselves slightly apart, wary of their new allies, their loyalty clearly divided between cooperation and caution. Talon and Ashfire had forged bonds of trust through battles and trials, but Cedar Hollow was an ally with its own agenda, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that they were keeping secrets of their own.

One evening, as we were finalizing plans for a joint patrol, Mara approached me, her expression unreadable.

“Elara,” she began, her tone measured.

“You have a formidable pack. I see why Silas is wary of you.”

I met her gaze, sensing the subtle edge in her voice.