Chapter 138

She looked up at me, her gaze softening, a quiet gratitude in her eyes.

“Thank you, Dante. For being here, for believing in this, in all of us.”

I nodded, feeling the truth of her words settle within me. This pack, this family, was something I had never expected to find again. I had left once, but coming back, fighting for them, for Elara, had given me a purpose I hadn’t known I was searching for. And now, in the quiet aftermath, I felt that purpose even more strongly—a commitment to this pack that was woven into every fiber of my being.

The sun rose higher, and Elara called for a gathering, her voice carrying across the compound, steady and strong. Wolves gathered around her, their faces reflecting a mixture of grief and hope, their loyalty unbreakable even in the face of loss.

She addressed the pack, her voice carrying a quiet resolve that resonated through each wolf.

“Today, we remember those we have lost. We honor their courage, their sacrifice, and the strength they gave us. They fought for Talon Pack, for each of us, and their legacy will live on in everything we build together.”

A murmur of agreement swept through the crowd, a shared acknowledgment of the wolves who had fallen, of the sacrifices that had brought us to this moment. I could see the faces of those who had lost friends, family, and packmates, their grief raw but tempered by a fierce determination to carry forward the legacy of those they had loved.