The day after the council meeting, the atmosphere in the camp was a mix of anticipation and unease. While the allied packs had agreed to work together, there were still lingering doubts and unresolved tensions that needed to be addressed. The weight of leadership pressed heavily on Alex's shoulders, but he knew that the time for hesitation was over. If they were going to secure a lasting peace, he had to take action—starting with the unfinished business that had been haunting him.
As Alex stepped out of his tent, he was greeted by the crisp morning air and the bustling activity of his pack preparing for the journey home. But before they could leave, there was one person he needed to find. His eyes scanned the camp until they landed on a familiar figure, standing alone at the edge of the clearing.
"Marcus," Alex called out, making his way over to his beta.
Marcus turned, his expression guarded. "Alex," he replied, his voice neutral.
