Chapter 34. Decision

Dylan’s POV

The sun was low on the horizon, casting an orange glow over the Bloodmoon Pack’s lands. From my vantage point on the hill outside the Pack house, I could see the damage the civil war had wrought.

Broken fences, half-collapsed homes, and barren training grounds told the story of a Pack that had fought against itself and lost more than just lives. I could hear the echoes of rebuilding efforts in the distance, hammers striking, voices shouting orders, but it was a far cry from the thriving home I’d once known.

We’d won the civil war, but the victory felt hollow. Unity was fractured, and trust was a scarce commodity. The Pack was rebuilding, but it wasn’t enough. Bloodmoon was vulnerable, and in a world where the strong thrived, weakness was an invitation for vultures to descend.

I turned my gaze to the west, toward Golden Ridge Pack. Their wealth was no secret; their lands were rich with mineral resources, and their alliance with Midnight Pack