Is It Yours

The tension from the confrontation with Anya still lingered as I stepped into the pack house, my senses buzzing with the heightened emotions of my pack. My mind replayed the scene outside—the way Anya had dared to challenge not just Terrance, but the very order of my pack itself. Sapphire growled softly in the back of my mind, her irritation simmering alongside mine.

“How could one wolf cause so much chaos?” I thought, the question lingering like a bitter taste in my mouth.

This was supposed to be a moment of peace, a homecoming, and yet it felt like another battle waiting to erupt. Terrance followed close behind me, his jaw set in a firm line. His anger radiated off him in waves, a storm barely contained. Uncle Carlton and Aunt Alice trailed us, both simmering with their own anger.