Chapter 38

“Every wolf has a role to play,” I said, meeting their gazes one by one.

“We fight not just for ourselves, but for the pack. For the legacy we’ve built and the future we’ll protect.”

The council nodded again, their expressions grim but determined. The plan was set, the pieces falling into place. All we could do now was wait.

The moon hung high above the training grounds, casting the camp in a soft, silver glow. The air was cold and still, but the faint echoes of howls from earlier lingered, a reminder of the determination that had surged through the pack. I stood at the edge of the clearing, watching as the last of the wolves finished their drills.

Dante emerged from the shadows, his steps deliberate as he came to stand beside me. His presence was steadying, though it carried an edge that unsettled me in ways I wasn’t ready to admit.

“They’re ready,” he said, his voice low but confident.

“They’re getting there,” I replied, my gaze fixed on the sparring rings.