Chapter 128:
I nodded, the truth of his words settling heavily over me.
“Then we need to be ready. We can’t let him take us by surprise again.”
As we strategized, Lyle approached, his face bruised but his expression determined.
“Elara, Dante… I want to fight on the front lines. I know I’m not as experienced, but I want to defend the pack. I’m ready.”
There was a fierceness in his eyes, a resolve that reminded me of why we were fighting. This young wolf, who had once been uncertain, had found his purpose, his courage. I reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“You have already proven yourself, Lyle. But the next phase will be dangerous. Be careful, stay close to your team, and remember, we’re stronger together.”
He nodded, his gaze steady.
“I won’t let you down.”
With a final nod of encouragement, I watched as he rejoined his group, his presence a reminder of the courage that burned in every one of our wolves. We had to trust each other, to rely on each other now more than ever.
As evening fell, we received word that Silas and his forces were moving closer, their ranks tightened, their approach methodical. He was coming back for vengeance, determined to break through, to finish what he had started. I could feel the weight of the coming conflict pressing down on me, but I forced myself to stay calm, to focus on the strength we had built.
I gathered the wolves, my voice carrying over them as they prepared for what would likely be the final stand.
“Silas is coming, but he’ll find us waiting. We’ve faced him once, and we have shown him that Talon Pack is unbreakable. This time, he will find nothing but our strength, our loyalty. Stay close, protect each other, and remember what we’re fighting for. We are family, and we will not let him take that from us.”
The wolves responded with a fierce howl, their voices rising into the night, a testament to their unity, their resolve. As we moved to the edge of the compound, positioning ourselves for the coming onslaught, I felt Dante’s steady presence beside me, his gaze filled with a fierce determination.
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Silas’s forces emerged from the shadows of the forest, their dark shapes moving through the trees, their eyes gleaming with intent. Silas himself stood at the front, his expression twisted with rage, his gaze fixed on me, a silent challenge.
“You may have survived once, Elara,” he sneered, his voice carrying over the distance.
“But I’m done playing games. I will tear your pack apart, piece by piece.”
I met his gaze, feeling the strength of every wolf behind me, the unity that had brought us to this moment.
“You can try, Silas. But you’ll find nothing here but strength. We stand as one.”
With a furious howl, Silas launched himself forward, his wolves surging behind him, a dark wave of fury crashing against our defenses. The battle erupted, a brutal, chaotic clash as wolves collided, the sounds of snarls and growls filling the night.
In the midst of the chaos, I saw Lyle fighting with bravery…
That took my breath away, his strikes fierce, his movements confident as he defended his position. But as he fought, a group of Silas’s wolves began to close in on him, their numbers overwhelming.
Before I could move to help, Dante was there, charging into the fray with fierce determination, his strikes calculated as he fought to protect Lyle, to keep him from being overwhelmed. I watched as Dante took on wolf after wolf, his strength and resolve unwavering, his focus entirely on defending his packmates.
Silas saw the opening, his gaze locked onto Dante with a look of predatory satisfaction. I realized what he was doing—he was waiting for Dante to be distracted, to exhaust himself, and then he would strike.
“Dante!” I shouted, but my voice was lost in the chaos, swallowed by the sounds of the battle.
Just as Silas lunged forward, a blur of motion caught my eye. Lyle threw himself in front of Dante, his body a shield as he faced Silas with a courage that defied reason. His eyes met mine for a brief, fleeting moment, a look of fierce determination in his gaze.
