#Chapter 290: New Wave

Hannah The weeks following the Council’s approval of our merger were nothing short of chaotic. Meetings, paperwork, and planning sessions filled every available hour, leaving little time to breathe, let alone reflect. But somehow, we made it work. Night after night, Noah and I pushed through the aching backs and exhaustion like a well-oiled machine. Slowly but surely, we began to piece together a foundation for Silvercrest. The town hall meeting was set to take place in what was once Nightcrest’s grand meeting hall, which turned out to be just barely big enough to fit everyone who arrived. Members from both packs were crammed into every available chair, and many more had to sit on the floors or stand against the walls once the chairs ran out. It was strange to stand there, with Noah at my side as allies and no longer enemies. The last time we had been here, after all, had been at the acceptance ceremony last year—when everything had begun. Back when we hated ea