Chapter 71

• The air around the pack was alive with relief and happiness. Christian Lowe, the terror who had haunted wolves for months, was dead, his army scattered to the wind. For the first time in what felt like forever, the wolves could breathe, no longer fearing an ambush or sudden attack. Instead, there was only the quiet hum of victory.
• Lupa stood in the centre of the clearing, watching as the pack, the were-bears, and the skin walkers mingled together, the tension from the previous battles easing away with each shared smile and laugh. The scent of freshly cooked meat filled the air, and the sound of clinking cups and lively conversation rang out.
• Ulva came up beside her, her face lit with a rare, genuine smile. “We did it, Lupa,” she said.