Luna Aurora novel (Alpha Fenrir) novel Chapter 85

The camp was unnervingly quiet in the hours following the retreat. Wolves moved about with subdued urgency, their eyes downcast as they tended to the wounded and reinforced the defenses. The once-tight unity that defined the pack seemed to falter, a sense of unease creeping into the air like an unseen specter.

Aurora sat at Cassian’s bedside, her hands folded tightly in her lap. The healers had patched his wounds, but his recovery would take time. He stirred, his lashes fluttering as his eyes opened to find her watching him.

“You look worse than I feel,” he murmured, his voice weak but tinged with a faint smile.

Aurora exhaled sharply, her relief momentarily overshadowing her worry. “You scared me.”

“I’ll be fine,” Cassian said, though his wince betrayed his words. “What about the pack? The others?”

“They’re alive,” Aurora said quietly. “But they’re afraid, Cassian. We all are.”

Cassian’s gaze hardened. “Then we have to show them there’s still hope. That we can win this.”

Later that day, Aurora joined Nathan and Anica near the central fire. The flames flickered weakly, mirroring the strained morale of the camp.

“We lost too much ground,” Nathan said, his tone grim. “And the Lycan King knows it. He’ll strike again before we have a chance to recover.”

“We can’t keep fighting like this,” Anica added. “The Pact is breaking. The balance is slipping.”