Chapter 107

The world did not return to normal after the Council left.

It only pretended to.

Morning came, but the sunlight felt thinner, like it was afraid to fully touch the land. The pack house stirred awake with careful movements—doors opening softly, voices kept low, wolves watching one another’s backs without saying why.

I stood by the window in my room, staring out at the trees that marked the border between Silver Dust and Dark Moon territory.

They looked the same.

But I knew ...