Aeron POV
The tension in the Silver Fang packhouse meeting room was palpable. The fighters, many of them bloodied and weary, gathered in a semicircle around their Alpha.
Their eyes were downcast, filled with a mixture of shame and sorrow.
The Alpha of the Silver Fang pack stood at the head of the room, his face filled with worry.
His son, Darius, was beside him, a sneer curling on his lips as he launched into a tirade against the very wolves who had fought and bled to protect his mate.
"You call yourselves fighters?" Darius spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "You couldn't even protect your future, Luna. You're all useless!"
My hands clenched into fists as I watched the scene unfold.
The Silver Fang fighters, those who had survived, looked devastated.
They had fought brav
