Aeron POV
Lukas and I continued helping the Silver Fang fighters protect the northern side of the borders.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and fear, a scent I had grown accustomed to over the years but never quite accepted.
We had been running through the dense forest, our wolves navigating the terrain with practiced ease.
The Silver Fang Alpha had taken his forces to the eastern side to deal with another group of rogues, insisting that he handle it alone.
I understood his need to prove his strength to his pack, even if it went against every instinct I had as an Alpha to stand by and watch.
The scene made us pause as Lukas and I pushed deeper into the northern woods. The ground was littered with bodies, fighters from the Silver Fang pack who had been slaughtered bruta
