A Mother’s Resolve
The Crimson Fang pack buzzed with urgent activity as Isla’s call to arms resonated through the territory. Warriors sharpened blades under the flicker of firelight, their faces etched with determination. The clinking of metal and the hum of quiet conversations filled the night air as allies from neighboring packs began to arrive, their presence a testament to Isla and Draven’s enduring leadership.
Standing in the center of the chaos, Isla issued orders with an authority that left no room for doubt. Her silver hair caught the moonlight, her glowing eyes scanning the gathered wolves as they prepared for the coming war. Though her chest ached with grief, she refused to falter.
Susan approached, her gaze steady as she offered a quiet word of encouragement. “You’ve always been a fighter, Isla,” she said, her voice low but firm. “But this—this is personal.”
Isla nodded, her jaw tight. “It has to be,” she said, her voice carrying a sharp edge. “I’m not just fighting for a pack anymore, Susan. I’m fighting for my family—for Draven, for my twins, for everything they’ve taken.”
Jamie strode toward the group, his powerful frame cutting through the throng of warriors. His gray eyes burned with resolve as he raised his voice to address the crowd. “We’ve been hunted, betrayed, and broken,” he said, his tone steady and commanding. “But not defeated. Not today. We’ll follow Isla, and we’ll make them regret ever crossing us.”
A ripple of howls echoed through the camp as the wolves responded, their voices rising like a storm. Isla turned to Jamie, gratitude and determination blending in her expression. She rested a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you,” she said softly. “I need you now more than ever.”
He gave a curt nod, his jaw set. “You’ve got me, Luna. Always.”
As the warriors rallied and the strategies took shape, Isla’s chest swelled with both pride and sorrow. She would lead them to victory—not just for the pack, but for her family. Failure was not an option.
