KAI’S POV

The Silvermoon Pack’s village square was jam-packed with people, and for once, I was grateful it wasn’t for a fight.

They all stood shoulder to shoulder, my rogues and Silvermoon wolves blending into one ocean of tired faces. Their clothes were stained, some with dirt, others with dried blood, but despite the wreckage the war had left behind, there was something else in the air that was heavier than exhaustion.

I sensed hope.

I didn’t know what the hell to do with that, ...