The morning sun broke through the clouds, spilling gold across the training field. But the air didn’t feel warm — it was heavy, filled with the kind of silence that came before a storm. Everyone could feel it. Even the younger wolves had stopped joking around before drills started.
Lupa stood at the edge of the clearing, her arms folded across her chest, watching us. For days she’d avoided saying anything about what Eryx had revealed. But something had changed overnight. I could see it in her eyes — the decision to finally tell us the truth.
Eryx stood nearby, silent. He didn’t try to stop her this time.
“Asher.” I said quietly. “She’s going to tell us, isn’t she?”
He nodded once, jaw tight. “Yeah. And by the look of her, it’s not going to be easy to hear.”
When everyone had gathered,
