Chapter 15

“Maybe not,” he admitted, taking another step forward.

“But I had to. Silas is moving on the borderlands, and if you’re not ready, he’ll destroy everything.”

The mention of Silas sent a chill through me. His name had hung like a shadow over our borders for weeks, whispered by scouts and carried on the wind. But hearing it from Dante made the threat feel far too real.

“We can handle Silas,” I said firmly, refusing to let him see my fear.

“Talon Pack doesn’t need you.”

“Maybe not,” he said, his gaze steady.

“But you do.”