Jax’s POVThe drive back to the Red Shadow Packhouse was long and silent.Elder Eron did not drive this time, he sat beside me, quietly observing the outside world, occasionally glancing at me with an understanding that made my chest tighten.I didn’t want to meet his eyes. How could I? What I had uncovered was too heavy to carry, too strange to speak of casually.Stormfang Pack. My pack. My roots. The bloodline that was supposed to define me, now almost completely erased.And I had found it again, or rather, the remnants of it. Wolves scattered, weary, some turned rogues because they had nowhere else to go, people forgotten by a world that moved on without them.Inside me, a fire stirred. Part of me felt exhilarated, almost proud. But another part whispered doubt. You aren’t ready, it said. You can’t lead them. You’ll fail.“You’re not ready,” my wolf growled, deep inside my mind. Its voice was harsh, insistent, like jagged rocks scraping against my resolve.“I am ready,” I snapped b
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