Chapter 127

Dante and Silas’s clash intensified, each blow echoing with the weight of their shared history, their animosity. I could see the exhaustion in Dante’s movements, the strain as he pushed himself to the limit, but he didn’t back down. He fought with everything he had, a force of will that I had come to trust, to rely on.

Finally, Silas staggered, caught off guard by one of Dante’s strikes, and in that moment of vulnerability, I saw my chance. I moved forward, throwing myself between Silas and my pack, my voice a fierce declaration.

“Silas, you will not break us.”

He sneered, his eyes flashing with rage as he regained his footing, but I stood my ground, feeling the strength of every wolf beside me, the unity that bound us.

“You are nothing, Elara,” he spat.

“You’re just the leader of weak, frightened wolves who cling to each other out of fear.”

I met his gaze, my voice steady, unwavering.