Amara shook her head, sighing as she leaned back in her chair.
“No. Some of the younger wolves are excited about the idea, but a lot of the older ones are resistant. They still see the Blood Moon wolves as enemies. And to be honest, I can’t blame them. It’s hard to let go of the past when there’s been so much bad blood between the packs.”
Maya nodded, her expression thoughtful. “It makes sense. But if anyone can make this work, it’s you and Darius. You’ve both proven yourselves as leaders, and if the pack sees how committed you are to this, they’ll come around.”
Amara smiled softly, though doubt still gnawed at the edges of her mind. “I hope so. But this isn’t just about the Nightshade wolves. We have to get the Blood Moon pack on board too. And they’re not going to trust me easily—not
