Chapter Twenty-Seven: Shadows Among Wolves
The dawn broke over Blackridge with a fragile calm, but beneath the surface, tension simmered like a wound that refused to heal.
Rina walked through the camp, the weight of victory heavy on her shoulders. Some wolves greeted her with respect, others with guarded eyes.
Kael stayed close, but even he seemed distant, wrestling with his own doubts.
In the council chamber, Elder Maeven awaited, her gaze sharp as ever.
"There are whispers," she said quietly. "Some say the flame will consume you. That you're too dangerous."
Rina met her eyes steadily. "Then they must see what true strength looks like."
Before Maeven could respond, a scout burst in, breathless and wild-eyed.
"Alpha Rina! The raven woman has been seen near the eastern ridge. She's gathering forces."
Rina exchanged a look with Kael — the war was far from over.
That night, beneath the stars, Kael finally spoke.
"I'm scared," he admitted. "Not of you. Of losing you."
Rina took his hand, her fire dimming to a gentle warmth.
"We'll face it all. Together."
But as they embraced, a shadow slipped between the trees — silent, watching, waiting.
The raven woman's smile was colder than ever.