Chapter 10: The Touch That Mended the Broken

The fragile truce we had built, the careful alliance forged in shared anger and relentless training, was about to be tested in fire. Marcus was done with subtle attacks and psychological warfare. He wanted a decisive victory, and he chose the night of the new moon—when the shadows were deepest and a wolf’s connection to lunar power was at its lowest—to strike the Pack House itself. The first warning was the sudden, silent extinguishing of the perimeter lights. One moment, the grounds were...