"Look who's decided to crawl back from the grave."
The mocking voice cut through the murmurs of the crowd like a blade.
Haelyn stood at the entrance of Archer's pack grounds, the familiar terrain unrecognizable beneath the weight of rebellion. Tension crackled in the air, thick with hostility. Wolves stood in scattered clusters, their eyes sharp, their stance aggressive.
They did not welcome her return.
But she wasn't here for their approval.
She stepped forward, her black cloak sweeping the dirt behind her, every inch of her posture poised in eerie confidence. The Haelyn they had once dismissed….the girl they had mocked, pitied, and scorned….no longer existed.
A ripple of unease spread as she moved through them, a haunting, slow grace in her every step.
Then….
"That's far enough."
Ronan.
The wolf who had orchestrated the rebellion, planting seeds of discord in Archer's absence.
