Chapter 131

But Silas was relentless, his strength unyielding, his focus fixed on breaking our defenses. I could feel myself tiring, my muscles straining, my movements slowing. Silas saw it too, a glint of satisfaction flickering in his gaze as he pressed forward.

And then, just as he moved in for another strike, a blur of motion caught my eye.

Lyle.

He threw himself between Silas and me, his body a shield, his gaze fierce with determination. For a split second, our eyes met, a silent understanding passing between us. He was here for the same reason I was—to protect, to defend, to prove that loyalty was stronger than any force Silas could bring.

Silas’s attack hit Lyle with a brutal force, and he staggered, his body folding under the impact. The world seemed to slow as I watched him fall, the courage in his eyes giving way to pain, to the quiet acceptance of a wolf who had given everything for his family.

“No!” I roared, surging forward, my fury driving me as I struck Silas with a force that came from somewhere deeper than instinct. My claws raked across him, my strikes relentless, each one a promise that he would not touch another wolf in this pack.

Silas faltered, his confidence shaken, and in that moment of vulnerability, Elara joined me, her movements precise, deadly, as we fought side by side, a seamless force that Silas couldn’t break.