Chapter 162

Viona's POV

Four weeks.

For four long, restless weeks, the enemy camp had sat on the southern ridge like a shadow looming over my pack's territory. They hadn't attacked, hadn't retreated, hadn't spoken a single word to us wolves they had once sworn to annihilate.

Instead, they had stood guard-warding off rogues, dismantling small invaders, and acting almost as if they were a wall shielding us. Their presence was a puzzle that gnawed at every wolf's nerves.

Every night, I lay ...