Chapter 144

• Stone's POV
• Empty coffee cups and half-scribbled notes surrounded me, as evidence of a restless night spent reviewing supply lines, resource allocation, and the aftermath of the Black Wolves’ engagement.
• The combat was over, the memorial had passed, and yet the pack’s pulse didn’t feel normal, at least to me. There was a weight in the air, that was subtle but persistent, as if the very walls of the pack house carried the echo of those lost.