Chapter 19

Threads of Deception

The next few days passed in a blur of strategy meetings and preparation. Every wolf in the pack was on edge, waiting for the rogues to strike again. Patrols had doubled, and the elders had sent word to neighboring packs, hoping to gain insight into the silver wolf's origins.

 But there had been no new sightings, no additional attacks. It felt like the calm before a storm, an eerie quiet settling over our territory.

Ella could feel the tension growing with each passing day, gnawing at my instincts like an ever-present warning. Her thoughts were divided between the silver wolf and the looming threat of the rogues. We had to be ready for anything, and yet she couldn't shake the feeling that something—or someone—was watching, waiting for us to falter.

One evening, after another round of patrols, Ella made her way to the packhouse. The sun was setting over the treetops, and the air was very thick with the scent of damp earth.