Chapter 23

I glanced at him, surprised by the insight in his words.

“You think the pack can heal?”

He shrugged.

“I think it has to. Otherwise, Silas will tear it apart.”

His words lingered as I watched him walk away, his silhouette blending into the shadows. The fractures in the pack were still there, still raw and unhealed. But tonight, I had seen something else—a glimmer of hope. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

POV: Unknown

The forest was eerily quiet, with only the rustle of leaves and the occasional snap of a twig beneath my feet. The moon hung low, casting pale light across the trees. Its silver sheen illuminated the path ahead, but the shadows were where I felt safest. In the darkness, I could move unnoticed, my secrets shielded from the curious eyes of the pack.