Luna's Last Oath
The pack would devour itself before any outside enemy ever had the chance.
She forced herself forward, breaking from shadow, drawn by instinct more than courage. She shoved through the ring, eyes wide, searching for some way to sever the chaos but it was then she noticed the ones not fighting.
In the far corner, Tomas’s old loyalists stood still, watching with folded arms. Smiling. They hadn’t lifted a claw. They didn’t need to. The pack was tearing itself apart without them and in another corner, darker still, she saw wolves she recognized as Brian’s. They did not smile, they did not join. Instead they waited. Silent, patient, as if the blood would speak for them in the end. Elara’s breath
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