Chapter 5

The elders exchanged glances, their gazes sharp as knives. Osric stepped forward, his expression as unreadable as ever, though his lips were set in a tight line.

“Alpha,” he began, the word heavy with unspoken challenge.

“Your speech is stirring, but the pack needs more than words. What are your plans for the border patrols? Or will you leave our safety to chance?”

The murmurs among the elders grew louder, their doubt sharpening into something tangible. I took a breath, steadying myself before answering.

“The patrol schedules are being expanded, Osric. I’ve already ordered additional teams to cover the northern pass and the eastern ridge.”

“And are those teams equipped to handle an attack from Silas?” Osric pressed, his tone sharper now.

“Or are we relying on promises and goodwill to protect our pack?” The accusation stung, but I refused to let it show.