Silver Claw had been waiting. The hours passed in a tense, fragile silence every warrior alert, every ally prepared, every heartbeat tied to one hope, Jeremiah would succeed. Inside the pack house, Eliana stood near the central hall, her fingers nervously tracing the edge of the wooden table. The bond between her and Jeremiah had been restless ever since he left, not broken but uneasy. Gabriel watched her from across the room, saying nothing. He didn’t trust this silence. And then the doors burst open. A guard rushed in, breathless, panic clear in his eyes. "Alpha Gabriel!" Every head turned. "The Lycans—" he gasped, struggling to speak, "the Lycan army has crossed the borders. They’re advancing toward Silver Claw. It’s a full attack!" The room froze. For a second, no one moved. Eliana’s heart dropped. "No," she whispered. Her mind rejected it instantly. Jeremiah wouldn’t— But the evidence stood before her. An army. An invasion. Again. Her eyes hardened, pain fla
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