I took a deep breath, steeling myself against the tension thickening the air around us. The night was cool, the moon casting a silvery glow over the clearing where our pack had gathered.

Among them, Knox stood tall, his eyes fixed on mine, unwavering

"Do you see me as your enemy, like Zion?" The words left my lips tentatively, a question I wasn't sure I wanted the answer to.

"No," Knox replied firmly, his piercing eyes locked on mine. "You're not my enemy."

I gently ...