Chapter 45

Aria's POV

The first month of the alliance was surprisingly quiet.

My father sent regular intelligence reports about activity in the Eastern Pack territory. Three different factions were still fighting for control, which kept them too busy to threaten anyone else.

Drogo shared information about our patrols and any unusual activity near our borders. Nothing significant to report, but it showed we were holding up our end of the agreement.

"It's almost boring," Derek commented one afternoon while reviewing the latest dispatch from the Northern Pack. "No attacks. No crises. Just normal pack business."

"Don't jinx it," I warned.

"I'm not jinxing anything. I'm just saying it's nice...