Chapter 122

The days leading up to the battle passed in a blur of activity. The compound buzzed with purpose as we finalized every detail, reinforced every border, and prepared each wolf for what was to come. Silas’s presence loomed over us, a dark shadow we could feel pressing closer with each sunrise. Every wolf knew this would be the true test of our strength, our unity. We had fought small skirmishes, defended our borders, but this was different—this was war.

The morning arrived with a heavy, clouded sky, casting a muted light over the camp as wolves moved through their routines with grim determination. The air was thick with anticipation, every glance carrying an unspoken understanding. Today was the last day of training. After this, we would be as ready as we could be, and all that would remain was to wait.

I moved through the compound, checking in with each group, each wolf, ensuring everyone was prepared. My heart swelled with pride as I watched them, their focus unwavering, their loyalty fierce. Talon, Ashfire, Cedar Hollow—wolves who had once been strangers now stood shoulder to shoulder, each of them ready to fight for the pack that had become their family.

Dante joined me as I made my rounds, his presence steady and comforting as we walked together.

“They’re ready,” he said quietly, his gaze sweeping over the wolves with a mixture of pride and resolve.

“Whatever happens, they’ll fight with everything they have.”

I nodded, feeling the same certainty.