Thane's POV

The morning air was sharp with the scent of pine and damp earth, an eerie contrast to the heavy mood that hung over the pack. The courtyard, where warriors once clashed for dominance, now bore witness to a different kind of reckoning. The sky, painted in soft grays, reflected the somber mood that had settled over the pack. The compound was no longer a battleground, but the tension lingering in the air was undeniable.

Astella stood tall in the center, her golden eyes scanning the assembled pack. Around her, the wolves watched with a mix of solemnity and tension. Some had tears in their eyes, mourning the loss...