Chapter 47 The Trap.

The days had grown quieter, but the tension within the Ashwood pack was palpable. After our last confrontation with the hunters, there was an uneasy calm that settled over our makeshift camp on the outskirts of Ashwood. Noah had decided to keep a low profile, leading the pack deeper into the forest where we could regroup and strategize. It had been days since anyone saw Elsa, and while Noah kept his worries to himself, I could see the concern etched in his features. As for me, the guilt over what had transpired between Noah and me weighed heavily on my shoulders. I had done my best to push those thoughts aside, but they lingered like a shadow, especially knowing that Elsa was out there, somewhere, possibly in danger because of us. But tonight, something felt different. The hunters had been unusually silent, their presence barely noticeable. It was as if they had backed off, giving us room to breathe. But I knew better than to trust this sudden change. The hunters were cunning, and t