Chapter 29: Fractured Alliances
The dawn broke over a wounded city, painting the smoke-filled sky in hues of blood and gold. In the Silverfang command center, the adrenaline of victory had faded, leaving the bitter taste of prolonged war. Kael's hand remained possessively on Lyra's waist, a silent claim that every wolf in the room now understood was unbreakable. But as the reports filtered in—Nightclaw forces digging in, Crimson Paw remnants regrouping—Lyra felt the weight of what they'd truly won: not peace, but a temporary reprieve before the storm truly broke.
