#Chapter 142: Return the Pack: My Name

Lauren They didn’t wat even an hour after Sophia’s funeral to call another meeting, one to talk about the battle after just living it. Maybe Dalverious, the Alpha King, wanted to set the record straight before anyone could say otherwise. I get it, there was a lot to discuss, and the fight clearly wasn’t over— but this didn’t feel lke a victory. At least not to me. I’d thought returning to the packslands would bring relief, or maybe a sliver of peace. You know—birds chirping, magical sunlight filtering through the trees, someone handing me a warm cup of tea and a thank-you for saving everyone. Yeah. No such luck. Instead, we arrived to silence. That kind of quiet that hums with judgment, with fear, with too many eyes on your back and none on your face. The kind of silence that asks: Was it worth it? And honestly? I didn’t know the answer. Sophia was dead. GrimMaw was locked up deep underground in chains that glowed faintly with protective runes. Gingi had vanished i