Chapter 78

The first few attempts were clumsy, wolves stumbling over each other as they tried to find the rhythm. But with each attempt, their movements grew sharper, their confidence building as they began to move as a single, cohesive unit.

By the time the sun set, casting shadows across the compound, they had found the rhythm. They moved together, each wolf anticipating the next, an unbreakable chain of strength and trust. I felt a surge of pride as I watched them, my heart swelling with the knowledge that, for the first time, we truly felt like a united pack.

As the wolves began to disperse, exhausted but filled with a quiet pride, I looked at Dante, who was watching them with the same satisfaction I felt.

“We’re getting there,” he said quietly, his gaze meeting mine.

“They’re becoming a force to be reckoned with.”

I nodded, feeling the same hope.

“But we can’t let up. Not yet. Silas won’t wait for us to be ready.”