Chapter 22

The fire crackled behind me, casting its warm glow across the clearing. I stepped back, motioning for the pack to form smaller groups, each centered around an elder or experienced wolf who would lead them in the ceremonial bonding exercises. It was a physical and symbolic tradition—a test of coordination, trust, and teamwork.

As the groups formed, I noticed Lyle and Merris hovering near Dante, their eyes alight with admiration. Before I could intervene, Geth approached them, his face a mask of disapproval.

“You two are with me,” Geth said sharply, gesturing for the younger wolves to follow him.

Lyle hesitated, glancing at Dante, who gave him a faint nod.

“Go,” Dante said quietly.

“Learn from him.”

The tension between Geth and Dante was palpable, but to his credit, Dante remained calm, his posture neutral. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about his effort to integrate into the pack.