All Chapters of Eclipse of the Pack: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

POV: MiraDawn broke softly the morning after Karlon’s defeat, as if the sky itself couldn’t decide whether to celebrate or grieve. Smoke hung in the air above the Human Quarters and the Compound’s outskirts, a spectral reminder of last night’s turmoil. The streets were choked with debris—splintered wood, shattered glass, and the remains of lives wrenched apart by violence.I stepped through the wreckage, boots grinding against broken stone. Ahead, a cluster of humans and wolves worked together to clear a collapsed wall. Their faces were grim with determination, yet a fragile hope glimmered in their interactions—wolves hoisting beams, humans steadying them, the two groups moving almost in unison despite the lingering tension.I paused, the burden of the past days pressing heavily on me. Erynn’s face flickered in my mind—her determined gaze, her unshakeable faith in what we were fighting for. She was gone now, and the void she left felt impossibly large, both on the battlefield and in

POV: Mira The streets of Newhaven were still blanketed by a hushed heaviness, as though the city itself was trying to catch its breath. Smoke clung to the rooftops and curled above half-collapsed walls—a stark reminder of the recent battle. Yet despite the debris and the lingering fear, humans and werewolves worked side by side, lifting broken beams, patching shattered windows, and caring for the wounded. Each act was a testament to perseverance…even as tension simmered just beneath the surface.I found myself drawn once again to Erynn’s makeshift memorial, unable to stay away. It was a small cairn of stones, no more than a waist-high mound with a few wildflowers laid across it. I knelt, pressing my hand against the cool rock as if it might somehow bring me closer to her.“You gave everything,” I murmured, voice tight with guilt. “And I couldn’t save you. I wasn’t—”My throat close

POV: Mira The council chamber was alive with debate, the clamor of voices filling the room as humans and wolves argued over the next steps in rebuilding Newhaven. The table, strewn with maps and lists of resources, reflected the enormity of the task before us. Despite the sharp words exchanged, there was a current of something new beneath the tension: hope.Lucan stood at the head of the table, his amber eyes sweeping over the gathered representatives. His presence was calm and commanding, but I could see the strain in his posture. He bore the weight of every decision, every misstep, as if the entire future of Newhaven rested solely on his shoulders.“We need to secure the eastern trade routes,” he said, pointing to a map pinned with red markers. “Supplies are bottlenecked, and with winter approaching, delays could be catastrophic.”Elena, one of the human leaders, leaned forward, her brow furrowed. “The rebels

POV: Mira Battle erupted around us in a storm of snarls, steel, and desperate cries, the sun sinking low and painting the chaos in an eerie orange glow. Smoke mingled with the metallic scent of blood, and Newhaven trembled on the razor’s edge between survival and ruin.Lucan and I fought side by side, our movements swift and synchronized. In wolf form, he was a streak of sinew and ferocity, amber eyes ablaze with conviction as he tore through the enemy lines. I stayed close, sword flashing in the dying light, each strike fueled by the knowledge of what was at stake.“Behind you!” Lucan’s voice rang out above the cacophony. I whirled just in time to meet a mercenary’s blade, forcing him back with a hard slash. My lungs burned, heart pounding.“Thanks,” I managed, my breath ragg

POV: Mira The training grounds buzzed with life. The steady hum of voices, laughter, and the rhythmic clash of practice weapons filled the crisp morning air. Wolves and humans moved together in fluid cooperation, sharing strategies, sparring, and teaching each other. It was a sight I’d once thought impossible, and yet, here it was, unfolding before me.At the edge of the field, Kieran barked commands at a group of teenagers as they practiced mock skirmishes. His voice was firm, but there was pride in his eyes as he corrected stances and demonstrated maneuvers. A young human girl stepped forward, hesitating only for a moment before engaging a wolf in their shifted form. The wolf moved with restraint, their claws purposefully retracted as they dodged her strikes and countered with gentle taps.Selene joined me, her sharp gaze softening as she watched the scene unfold. “They’re better than we were at their age,” she said, a fai