Chapter 118

• As their vehicle rumbled along the bumpy road leading toward the Nightwalker pack, Ethan could feel the tension building within him like a tight coil ready to snap. The recent unfortunate incident weighed heavily on his mind, and as he gripped the steering wheel, anger coursing through him, he took a deep breath, trying to reign in his frustration. “You know this is a problem,” he muttered under his breath. “Humans will see this and think they need to fight us every damn time.”
• Elara, sitting next to him, glanced sideways with concern. “Please relax, alpha,” she said soothingly. “We’ll fix this. We can’t let them get to us.”
• As they drove on, the familiar essence of the Nightwalker territory enveloped them. The forcefield, shimmering ominously, lowered as they approached, welcoming them into the fold. “Hmm, that seems like a warm welcome,” Elara remarked, a faint smile breaking through the seriousness.