The next few days felt like the calm before a storm. The tension in Silverwood was palpable, the air heavy with an unspoken unease. The pack was on high alert, their focus razor-sharp as they prepared for whatever the Ridge pack had planned. And in the middle of it all, Lyla felt herself standing on the precipice of something vast and unknowable.

She spent her days training with Eli, Dani, and even Mason though Mason’s “help” often felt more like a series of veiled insults. Still, she ...