Chapter Five: Blood and Boundaries

The sky was on fire. Not literally, but you know, that insane gold you get right before the sun hauls itself up. The clearing was buzzing—people training, fixing busted boots, scrounging up breakfast. And Evangeline? She just heard her own damn heartbeat, way too loud, staring down that battered old boundary stone—Rogue land on one side, MoonClaw on the other.

Yeah, she smelled it right away. MoonClaw had been here, and not just for funsies.

She crouched low, picking up an arrow with that telltale black tip. MoonClaw all the way.

Silas slid up behind her, voice low. “They’re warning us.”

Evangeline didn’t even look at him. “Or poking the bear.”

His jaw was set. “We’ll answer.”

Back at camp, tension was thick enough to chew on. Drew was pacing like a caged wolf. “They crossed ten feet over! What if they’d caught one of our scouts?”

Hann, ever the realist, just shrugged. “They want us rattled. This wasn’t random.”

Silas, cool as ice, just said, “They’re scared.”

Evangeline shot him a look. “Of what?”

He didn’t even flinch. “Of you. Of what we’re turning into.”

That one hit the group like a punch. For once, they weren’t running—they were digging in, ready to fight.

“They’ll be back,” Silas went on. “Soon. Get ready. Training in shifts. Traps everywhere. I want the perimeter tighter than Drew’s fists.”

Drew stopped pacing just long enough to nod. “And our east-side friends?”

“They’ll show,” Silas promised. “Especially once they hear who’s calling the shots.”

Everyone glanced at Evangeline. Her spine went ramrod straight.

“I’m not some damn symbol,” she muttered.

Silas grinned—a tiny, dangerous thing. “No. You’re what they hope for.”

Later, after dark, Evangeline wandered off to the river. The water was silver, the moon all smug and bright overhead. She hugged her knees, chewing over everything.

She barely even noticed the footsteps until they were right behind her. But, of course, it was Silas. Who else?

“You always find me when I’m hiding,” she said, voice soft.

He sat down. No words for a while. Just the night, the river, his steady breathing.

At last he broke the silence. “You’re scared.”

No point denying it. “Every time I close my eyes, I hear him. See him.”

“Kieran?”

She just nodded—words stuck somewhere between her lungs and her teeth.

“It was like dying,” she muttered, voice barely hanging on. “When he walked away.”

Silas looked at her, eyes all soft edges. “Yeah, a piece of you probably did. But the rest? You fought. You crawled out.”

Her throat burned. “You actually believe I can pull this off? Lead them?”

He just shrugged, like duh. “I don’t even need to believe. I already know. I know. I’ve seen it.”

She turned, eyes shining, tears threatening. “I don’t know how to be strong except by faking it.”

He shook his head, firm. “That’s not you. You lead with all your scars showing, and that’s why they follow.”

A tear slipped out—she couldn’t stop it. Silas brushed it away, thumb lingering just a second too long. The air between them crackled, electric.

“Thanks,” she managed.

He just smiled, lopsided. “Not doing it for thanks. Doing it for us.”

Her breath caught. “Us?”

His gaze didn’t budge. “When you’re ready.”

She didn’t move away.

Meanwhile, far away, MoonClaw stronghold was all steel and shadows. Kieran stood in the war room, ringed by warriors, maps cluttering the table.

“They call themselves RedHowl now?” His voice was sharp enough to cut.

“Yes, Alpha,” the Beta answered.

“And the eastern woods?”

“They’ve marked it, they’re guarding it, hell, they’re even building up defenses.”

Kieran’s laugh was pure venom. “She’s building a kingdom on land she stole.”

Ariella, leaning against the wall, shot him a look. “Not stolen. Earned. She’s got loyalty you never managed with your own pack.”

Kieran’s head whipped around so fast, Ariella almost laughed. “Watch it, Ariella.”

She just snorted. “Oh, please. I ain’t scared of you.”

Kieran’s jaw went rigid—like, for real, I half-expected to see tooth dust spraying out any second.

The Beta piped up, trying to sound all diplomatic, but everyone could hear the nerves. “RedHowl’s getting stronger every day… If we hang back, they’ll own the trade routes. And the border alliances? Gone.”

Kieran didn’t even blink. He spun on his heel, stabbed a dagger right into the map—dead center of RedHowl. “Then we don’t wait. We hit them at dawn.”

The Beta wavered, voice barely above a whisper. “But… if the red wolf’s really as strong as the rumors—”

Kieran slammed his fist onto the table so hard, the whole room jumped. “I rejected her. She’s not stronger than me.”

Yeah, that shut everyone up. The silence was awkward enough to chew.

Ariella slid off the wall, arms still locked tight across her chest. “Seriously? You’re like, ‘Oh, is that a fire? Let me just throw some gasoline on it and see what happens.’”

Kieran? Yeah, he acted like she was invisible. Didn’t even blink.

This wasn’t strategy anymore. This was a grudge match.

Next morning, the RedHowl camp buzzed like a kicked hornet’s nest. Archers perched in the trees, looking sharp. Scouts darted around, all business. Warriors drilled, tighter than ever.

And right at the front, there’s Evangeline. Cloak flapping, eyes like storm clouds. She’d never led anything before—heck, she barely knew what she was doing.

But for once, she actually had something that mattered.

Hann nudged her, voice low. “You don’t have to be perfect. Just be you.”

Evangeline swallowed, took a shaky breath, and stepped up. Her voice rang out, steadier than she felt.

“Today isn’t the day we fall. Today, we show them what it means to be forged in fire and keep rising. We were born from pain, from people turning their backs—but together? We’re whole.”

The pack answered with a chorus of howls, shaking the leaves.

Somewhere out there, war drums started up, loud and relentless.

MoonClaw was coming.

But this time, Evangeline wasn’t going anywhere.