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Chapter 10: The Fractures Deepen

Autor: Chie
last update Última actualización: 2025-08-21 20:28:08

Three weeks had crawled past since the clash, yet the echoes of it still lived in every corner of the stronghold. The halls that once carried laughter, boots slamming in rhythm, the hum of a pack alive — now carried silence that pressed in on Nicole like a second skin.

It was the silence that unnerved her most. Not absence of sound, but its texture. A silence thick with something left unsaid. Wolves passed her in the corridors with heads slightly bowed, but their eyes slid sideways after she was gone. They greeted her, but the tone was different: clipped, cautious, almost formal.

Nicole had spent her life reading wolves, learning the weight behind a glance, the truth hidden in posture. Now, she read only hesitation.

They still followed orders. They still trained. They still bowed when she entered a room. But there was no conviction. What had once been a living flame of loyalty had cooled into embers, each one waiting for a stray wind to blow it out entirely.

At first, she told herself
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