Chapter 62: Disrupting the Rebuild

The morning sun cast an eerie calm over Silverwood, as if the world had momentarily paused to catch its breath.

But the serenity was deceiving. Beneath the surface, the pack was a cauldron of unease, with tension simmering just below the veneer of peace.

We had survived Lyra’s onslaught, but the scars were deep—both in the land and in our spirits.

I stood at the center of the compound, watching as the pack worked tirelessly to rebuild. The smell of ash and blood still lingered in the air, mixing with the sounds of hammers and saws.

Every broken plank, every fallen stone was a reminder of what we’d lost. Yet, there was no time to mourn—not when we were still so vulnerable.

“Reinforce the northern perimeter,” I instructed a group of warriors as they passed by, their expressions set in grim determination. “We can’t afford any more breaches.”

“Yes, Luna,” one of them responded, dipping his head respectfully before leading the others to their task.

I turned away, my gaze sweeping over t