#Chapter 133: The March Begins

Lauren The march started quiet, the weight of our choice starting to lay in from our rally. This wasn’t just a rescue mission, it was, hopefully, the last one we would have to fight. Our paws hit the dirt road like war drums muffled by nerves and wondering eyes. Leaves rustled overhead, whispering things I didn’t want to hear—like you’re too young, too soft, too scared for this. I shook my head, focusing. The moon followed us, full and watchful, as if judging whether I deserved her favor at all. Alexander walked ahead of me, steady and sure, his broad shoulders cutting a path through the night like he knew where this all ended. I envied him, just a little. His certainty. His calm. The way the pack moved around him like the world would tip over if he wasn’t leading it. He was used to this, being a leader. And despite my speech, I wasn’t so confident the closer we got. Behind us, a few wolves moved in quiet formation, their breathing controlled as they chatted low.