Elsa
The next morning, we all set out for the Willow Pack. Lucas was still recovering, his steps slow but determined, and Adam had to step up and take care of small things—like making my sandwiches for the journey.
It was a small but touching gesture, one that softened the edges of the heavy emotions lingering in the air.
When we arrived back at the Willow Pack, the atmosphere shifted immediately. The air buzzed with a mix of relief and triumph.
We were victorious, and it showed in the way the pack members streamed out to meet us, their faces lit with hope and joy. But their expressions darkened the moment they caught sight of Simone.
She was dragged along, her head bowed in defeat. A wave of anger rippled through the crowd. People hurled objects at her—stones, scraps of cloth, any
