Liora
Standing in front of over one hundred wolves, ranging from a newborn pup to the elderly using canes, I wonder what their opinions are about Seth and me standing here. At the base of the steps to Stormclaw’s packhouse, Maya, Dan, Luke, Evette, Ash, and Royce guard the stairs and prevent anyone from stepping close.
“We should say something,” Seth mutters, taking my shaking hand in his. I can feel him shaking and sense his nervousness while facing everyone who remains in Stormclaw. Even after capturing Kazil’s men, two hundred and fifteen wolves remain.
“Do you want to start?” I ask, turning to look up at Seth. He sighs, running his free hand through his messy hair before nodding his head slightly. Squeezing my hand gently, he releases it and steps down two steps, the crowd watching
