Theo’s POV
The silence was so deep it felt heavier than the mountain.
Five hundred thousand werewolves waited. Children stopped crying. Mothers held their babies tightly against their chests. Warriors stood grimly.
Every single pair of eyes was locked directly on my face. They were waiting for me to speak and give them the good news that they looked like they desperately needed.
Noah shifted his weight, uncomfortably. He could feel the overwhelming energy of an entire wolf nation waiting for a single word.
Lexus stood on my other side, his face pale from his broken ribs, but his jaw was locked tight. He knew what I had to say, and he knew it was going to hurt.
I took a deep, shaky breath and walked slowly toward a large, flat boulder at the front of the camp and climbed up on the st
