**Chapter 106: Voices in the Hall**
Her words carried real steel. I adjusted her grip and let her strike the practice post again. Around us the pack moved with purpose. The raid had cost us supplies but gained us prisoners and fresh hatred for the north. That hatred could be shaped into something stronger.
By midday I met with the kings in the war room. We planned the next strike, smaller teams this time, aimed at supply lines. Kane would lead one. Rylan another. I would coordinate from the keep but stay ready to ride if needed.
As evening fell, Lila climbed into my lap during supper and whispered, "If the bad wolves come here, I'll hide Thorne and Elara. Then I'll call you."
I hugged her tight, chest aching with love and fear in equal measure. The north kept reaching for us. But every day my daughter grew more determined to push back.
