Chapter 140

When it was Dante’s turn, he stepped forward, his gaze lingering on the stone as he held out a small silver pendant. It was simple but unmistakably meaningful—a piece of his past, a reminder of the loyalty and strength that had carried him back to us.

“This pendant was given to me when I was a young wolf,” he said, his voice soft but steady.

“It’s a reminder of my own journey, of the mistakes I made, and the lessons I learned along the way. I place it here as a promise—to this pack, to all of you. I am here to protect, to serve, and to honor the memory of those we have lost.”

As he placed the pendant on the stone, I felt a surge of pride, of gratitude for the journey that had brought us here, for the bond we had built through every struggle, every sacrifice. Dante had come home, and now, he was part of Talon Pack in a way that went beyond blood or loyalty. He was family, and I knew that he would stand by us, no matter what the future held.

When every wolf had placed their symbol, we stepped back, forming a circle around the Legacy Stone. The pile of tokens, carvings, and stones gleamed in the firelight, a vibrant testament to our unity, to the shared strength that would carry us forward. Celia raised her voice, her tone filled with quiet strength.

“Let this stone stand as a reminder of who we are,” she said, her voice echoing through the clearing.

“Of the wolves who came before us, and of the future we are building together. Talon Pack is more than just a name. It is a family, a legacy, bound by loyalty, trust, and love.”