Chapter 201 The Dawn Of Moonveil

• BRIANA
• Standing before more than a hundred wolves—from newborn pups wrapped in blankets to elders leaning on canes—I can’t help but wonder what they truly think of Drake and me standing here. We’re on the wide front steps of the Moonveil packhouse, the air heavy with uncertainty and the scent of wet pine after the storm. At the base of the stairs, Linda, Peter, David, Evette, Ash, and Royce keep a sharp watch, forming a protective barrier between us and the crowd.
• “We should say something,” Drake mutters beside me, his hand trembling slightly in mine. Even without our bond, I would sense his unease. Facing the entire pack like this—after everything—isn’t easy. One hundred and fifteen wolves remain after the fighting, the others either captured or gone.