The damage Cora's unchecked power left behind was emotional, a wound that cut right into the Shadow Creek Pack's core, not only emotional but also physical. The once serene clearing, now covered in burned ground and uprooted trees, reflected the strife in my pack. As I surveyed the damage, the weight of the responsibility pressed strongly on my shoulders; the sound of the wind rustling the broken branches was a terrible reminder of the storm Cora had unleashed.
The pack had always trusted me to lead, to guard them, but I could feel trust erasing like sand through my fingers. Their eyes clearly showed the uncertainty and fear. Before, they had never questioned my choices; now, as they assembled in the clearing, their eyes locked on the devastation, I could sense the tension almost physica
