The aftermath of the battle with Lucius and his rogue followers left Silverwood in disarray. The town bore the scars of the confrontation, with shattered windows, scorched earth, and wounded pack members. But amid the chaos, a sense of unity and resilience prevailed.
Adrian and Elara, their bodies battered but their spirits unbroken, had retreated to the safety of the packhouse. The battle had been fierce, and their alliance had been put to the ultimate test. As they caught their breath, the moonlight filtered through the windows, casting an ethereal glow over the room.
Elara's fiery hair clung to her sweat-soaked skin as she leaned against the wall, her hazel eyes filled with a mix of relief and exhaustion. Adrian, his shirt torn and his body bruised, stood by her side, his emerald gaze
