Chapter 36

“He doesn’t know your strength,” Dante said, his tone firm as he turned to face me.

“Or the strength of this pack. We’ve already survived his games. We can survive what’s coming.”

I looked at him, his certainty grounding me in a way I hadn’t expected. For all the doubts I carried, for all the cracks in the pack’s unity, there was something unshakable in Dante’s belief. It gave me hope. But hope felt fragile against the enormity of the threat looming over us.

“We’ll need every wolf at their best,” I said.

“Double the training sessions. Patrols will rotate more frequently. And the council needs to be ready for anything.”

Osric nodded, his expression grim but determined.

“I’ll see to it.”