Chapter 43: Jarrel's Decision

Chapter 43: Jarrel's Decision

As dawn broke over the battered landscape, the pack began to stir, the cool morning air filled with the scent of pine and the faint traces of smoke from the remnants of the battle. The men moved with slow, pained steps, their bodies weary from the relentless conflict, yet their spirits unyielding. The wounds, both physical and emotional, were deep, but there was no time to dwell on them. The enemy was still out there, and the pack knew they couldn’t afford to let their guard down, not even for a moment.

Jarrel stood at the center of the clearing, his eyes scanning the pack with a mixture of pride and sorrow. He watched as the men went about their tasks—some tending to the wounded, others reinforcing their defenses. There was a grim determination in their movements, a silent acknowledgement of the sacrifices that had been made and those that were yet to come.

Every decision he had made had been to protect these wolves, to give them a chance at surv