The morning after Rafe’s visit was quiet, almost unnervingly so. The packhouse hummed with activity, but the tension from the night before lingered like smoke in the air. Everyone moved carefully, glancing at the tree line, expecting to see the smirk that had haunted our clearing just hours earlier.
Eryx had called a meeting for mid-morning. It wasn’t just about Rafe—it was about the Shadow Lords. The looming threat still hung over us, dark and constant, and the events with Rafe had only reminded us how vulnerable we were.
We gathered in the main hall, the pack seated in a loose circle. Eryx stood at the center, calm and commanding as always. “We need to review the situation with the Shadow Lords.” He said, voice firm. “Their presence is growing stronger, and their attacks are becoming m
