Echo.

As the moonlight cast a silvery glow on the forest floor, Noah's anger began to simmer down, a controlled flame instead of an inferno. His fists unclenched, his jaw relaxed – a storm receding, leaving behind a calmer sea. I could see the struggle within him, the battle between his desire to protect his kind and the need to approach things wisely.

"You're right, Echo," Noah sighed, his voice heavy with the weight of his emotions. "Rushing to tell the Lycan King won't help anyone, not at this moment that he is much fond of him. We definitely need a plan, one that is very solid."

I nodded in...