Todos os capítulos de CAUGHT BETWEEN WOLVES : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 56

Three days after the battle, the pack settled into the slower work of recovery—repairing what fire and claws had torn apart, tending the wounded who still needed daily care, honoring the fallen with quiet ceremonies I found myself grateful to be included in rather than watching from a careful distance.I joined the repair crews without a second thought, carrying materials alongside warriors I'd trained beside for months now, and it struck me at some point during that first morning that I no longer felt like a guest here, or even a ward taken in out of pity. I moved through the work the way everyone else did, because I belonged to it the same way they did.Reo shadowed me through most of it, having apparently appointed himself my unofficial aide sometime during the battle's aftermath, and I found I didn't mind the company at all. In the evenings, once the heaviest work had wound down, I taught him a basic combat drill in the training yard, and his gratitude for it was so uncomplicated

The days after Turner's declaration settled into something I hadn't expected—not a sudden shift in the pack's rhythm, but a quiet tying-off of every loose thread the war had left dangling.Victoria presented her case against the compromised elder privately, laying out everything she'd traced back to his connections with Jordan's network, and Turner removed him from the council without any public announcement at all, keeping the pack's stability intact rather than turning it into spectacle. The elder accepted it without drama, retreating to a plot of land on the outer edge of pack territory with the clear understanding that his silence going forward was the price of being allowed to stay at all. He kept it.The diplomatic accord with the southern pack was formalized not long after, Dama's representative and Victoria signing the agreement together in the same council chamber where everything else had been decided these past months. The second allied pack, leaderless and scattered in the

Turner told me at breakfast, without any elaboration at all, setting his cup down with the particular deliberateness he used whenever he'd rehearsed exactly how much he intended to say and no more."Full pack assembly at midday," he said. "Please be there.""What's happening?" I asked, watching his face for any hint I might be able to read before he chose to give it to me directly."You'll see," he said, and that was the whole of it, no matter how many different ways I tried to ask again over the course of the morning.Erin was worse than useless as a source of information, though not for lack of trying to hide it. I found her in the kitchen not long after, humming to herself while she prepared a tray of something she insisted wasn't for me and refused to elaborate on further, practically vibrating with some secret she was clearly under strict instruction not to spoil."You know," I said, watching her closely."I know nothing," she said, entirely unconvincingly, her hands moving a lit