Chapter 133

I stepped forward, standing over him, my voice steady and unwavering.

“This is over, Silas. You have no power here, no strength that can rival the unity of this pack. Leave, or face the consequences.”

He stared up at me, his expression twisted with hatred, with the realization that he had lost. I could see the fight fading from his eyes, the hollow understanding that his strength, his dominance, meant nothing against the unity that bound us.

But even as he lay there, I knew he was dangerous, that his defeat wouldn’t erase the damage he had caused or the lives he had threatened. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to end it there. Killing him in front of my wolves would make me no different than him, would taint the unity we had built with the same cruelty he had wielded.

I turned away, signaling to my wolves, who moved forward to flank him, their stances unyielding, ready to ensure he left our territory for good. But just as I took a step back, Silas lunged one last time, a final act of desperation, his claws outstretched, aimed at my back.

Before I could react, Dante was there, his body a blur as he intercepted Silas, taking the full force of the blow meant for me. He staggered, pain flashing in his eyes as he met Silas’s attack head-on, his own strength a final testament to the loyalty, the courage that defined him.

Dante’s counterstrike was swift, final, a powerful blow that sent Silas collapsing to the ground, his reign of terror ended by the very unity he had sought to destroy. As Silas lay still, the reality settled over us all. It was over.