Chapter 81

But it wasn’t just Dante. It was all of them—the wolves who had looked at me with disdain, who had judged me for daring to be ambitious, who had sided with weaker wolves simply because they didn’t want to upset the delicate balance of Talon Pack’s peace.

And now, years later, they had a new Alpha—a young, untested leader who thought she could rebuild Talon Pack’s strength with the same outdated ideals. Elara, with her quiet strength, her loyalty to the same pack that had betrayed me. I had heard stories of her rise to power, of her determination to unite Talon Pack, to restore the values that had once driven them.

The thought made me laugh, a bitter sound that echoed through the trees. She was no different from the wolves who had come before her. She was just another leader clinging to the past, blinded by her own loyalty.

Beside me, Tyrell shifted, his gaze cautious as he looked my way.

“We’re close to Talon Pack’s borders,” he murmured, his voice low but steady.

“Are you sure about this, Silas? They’re prepared. They’ve been training, strengthening their defenses.”

I scoffed, dismissing his concerns with a flick of my ear.