Chapter 32

The pack howled as one, their voices rising in defiance. For the first time in days, I felt a spark of hope—a reminder that even in the face of loss, we could find strength.

Dante stepped closer as the pack began to disperse, his expression thoughtful.

“That was exactly what they needed to hear.”

I glanced at him, a faint smile tugging at my lips.

“Maybe it’s what I needed to hear, too.”

He returned the smile, a warmth in his gaze that steadied me. For the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to believe that we could endure. That we could win.

POV: Elara