Voren and Seraphine were not surprised to hear any of this. In fact, they had been well prepared for all this, but their worry was one. "Why had none of these packs made a move yet?"
The question hung in the air, heavy with implication. They had been waiting, watching, anticipating the strike that never came. It was unnerving, like the silence before a storm, and the uncertainty left a tight knot of tension in both their chests.
"Did they explain what they planned to do?" Voren asked, his voice steady, his eyes sharp with focused intensity.
Bright shook his head, his expression troubled and heavy with regret. "That was my mistake. I should have pretended to be on their side, but right now, I have the challenge of proving I could handle the pack, so I could not entangle myself."
