Rowden sat in the center of the old meeting hall, the one the ironmoon pack used whenever something serious came up. The room was quiet at first, only the crackling sound of the fire burning in the stone pit. One by one, his pack members entered, some with tired faces, some still shaken from their long journey, all of them waiting for him to speak.Rowden watched them settle down on the wooden benches. His chest felt heavy, but he hid it well. He had been running beside them for days, guiding them away from the Wulfren plains, guiding them away from death. Now they were here, under Ironmoon’s mountains, given shelter by Lady Morwen herself. But safety always had a price. He had learned that long ago.“Everyone is here,” one of the older wolves whispered.Rowden nodded and stood up.“Lady Morwen has made us an offer,” he said. His voice echoed lightly through the hall. “She wants us to join her pack. She wants us to fight with her. She plans to lead an uprising against Silvermark.”A
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