Sibel’s POV
I watched as more people raised their hands, volunteering to help. My heart swelled seeing it, feeling relief and hope I hadn’t felt in a long time. All these people... Friends, allies, and even strangers... were willing to join the fight for The Golden Crescent pack. I glanced over at Dylan, who looked just as moved as I felt. We exchanged a quick look, both understanding what this meant.
We quickly counted the numbers, getting a rough idea of how many were joining us. It was enough to make a difference. Without wasting time, we made our way to the barracks. I wanted to make sure the soldiers understood the plan, the importance of standing together as one.
When I explained everything to the soldiers, laying out how this fight could help all werewolves, not just one pack, they agreed without hesitation. Seeing their nods and firm expressions reassured me. They were ready to defend our own, no matter what it took.