Chapter 55 Evelyn’s Return.

I stood at the edge of our camp, gazing out into the darkness. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more troubling than the last. The hunters were closing in, and our alliance with the Westville pack had been shattered, leaving us vulnerable. Noah had been quieter than usual since our last conversation, the weight of leadership pressing down on him like never before. I felt torn between my loyalty to him, my guilt over Elsa, and the gnawing fear that we were running out of options. The night was still, the air thick with tension. Margaret, the young were-coyote, had integrated herself into our pack’s routine, her presence a constant reminder of how desperate our situation had become. She was a quiet but observant addition, her eyes always scanning the surroundings as if expecting an attack at any moment. I admired her bravery, knowing how difficult it must have been for her to reach out to us, a pack she didn’t know. Suddenly, a faint rustling in the woods caught my attentio