Chapter 80 Layla's Pov

• The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the packhouse. Its silvery light spilled into our quarters, creating shadows that danced along the walls. Recent events had left me uneasy, a sense of foreboding settling over me like a heavy shroud.
• My uncle's departure after the duel had carried with it a promise of consequences, and I couldn't shake the nagging worry that danger lurked in the shadows and now there were talks of an attack.
• I paced by the window, my fur catching the cool breeze that whispered through the trees. The rustling leaves seemed to carry a secret, a tale of uncertainty that begged for answers. I couldn't let Augustus's ominous warning go unchallenged. The pack's safety hung in the balance, and I needed to confront the shadows that lingered beyond our sanctuary.