Chapter 89

Silas had tried to tear us apart from within, but he had underestimated the strength of our loyalty, the unity that now held us together. This betrayal had been a test—a painful one—but we had survived it, and we would emerge stronger.

And when Silas came, he would face a pack that could not be broken, a pack bound not by fear but by an unbreakable trust.

The weight of Finn’s betrayal still lingered in the air, an ache that hadn’t yet faded despite the pack’s collective resolve to move forward. With each day, however, I sensed the growing certainty in my wolves’ eyes—a determination to face whatever Silas threw at us. Finn’s treachery, while painful, had strengthened our bond, cementing our loyalty and trust in each other. Yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that the worst was yet to come.

So, when a scout delivered a message the next morning—a message from Silas, requesting a meeting to discuss terms of peace—I felt the chill of disbelief ripple through me.

“Silas wants peace?”

The council gathered quickly to discuss it, each member visibly wary. Celia and Osric, as always, sat closest to me, their expressions mirroring the concern I felt. Dante was quiet, though his presence next to me was steadying, grounding me as I wrestled with the implications of Silas’s sudden overture.

Osric was the first to speak.