Chapter Eighty- Eight - The Prophecy

Aiden's POV

Over the days that followed, winter's chill at last conceded to timid spring's shy overtures. Snow drifts receded to reveal tender shoots emerging and branches budding with new life in endless cycles of death and rebirth.

The changing seasons reflected my own tentative transition back to a sense of belonging in this renewed era for the Silver Fangs. Gentle Ella and stalwart Jayden stood pillars holding me up when old ghosts threatened again to drag me under. Together we three would find our way forward.

Council meetings, training and shared suppers regained a sense of lighter camaraderie after my dark night of the soul walking beside Father's grave. I threw myself into duties of leadership with fresh zeal, determined to rebuild the bonds that time and bitterness had eroded.

My days filled with training young warriors, solving kingdom disputes, bolstering our defences against encroaching rogues.

But evenings were reserved for family, laughter and simple pleasures too lo