DANTE’S POV
The night before battle was always the loudest, it had been a long time since this pack went into battle and this had exposed to us how much we had taken advantage of that peace. How fragile it was and how quickly it could be taken from us by the likes of Steven.
The pack had settled into a tense rhythm paired patrols circling the perimeter, sentries posted along the eastern ridge, the training grounds finally still instead of torn apart. From the balcony outside the hall, I could see small fires burning low, wolves resting in clusters that no longer looked divided.
They weren’t whole, but they weren’t fractured anymore either. Three days had passed faster than I liked. Tomorrow, Steven would come. Or we would go to him. Either way, blood would answer blood. The thought made
