The full moon had passed, but its echo lingered in the howls that pierced the night, a mournful song that settled deep into the bones of the Elden Hollow pack. The battle may have been won, but the war was still raging—within hearts, within loyalties, and within the shattered ruins of what used to be home.
Aria stood at the edge of the newly fortified borders, watching scouts shift between positions, their shoulders stiff with tension. Kael's orders were clear: strengthen every corner, prepare for retaliation. But it wasn't fear that lingered in the air. It was something colder. Mistrust.And for some people anger from the betrayal.
Jonas's betrayal had left its mark. The cell he was kept in had become a symbol—a reminder that even among their own, enemies could wear the face of a brother.
"Do you think it was worth it?" Lina asked quietly, joining Aria beneath the glow of a crescent moon.
