Chapter Twenty

Torin POV

As the days turned into weeks, the debates in our pack showed no sign of abating. The air was heavy with tension, and even the once lively market square now felt like a battlefield of conflicting ideologies.

I, too, found myself caught in the whirlwind of doubt and introspection. Sable's departure had forced me to confront the consequences of my own actions, and it weighed heavily on my heart. The sleepless nights were filled with restless thoughts, as I questioned the traditions and customs that had governed our lives for generations.

With each passing day, my doubts grew stronger, intertwining with a newfound thirst for knowledge. Determined to find answers, I sought solace in the towering shelves of the pack library. Books from various eras and authors stood like sentinels, guarding the knowledge within their pages.

One particular book caught my attention—a worn tome that seemed to have been neglected for years. Its title read “The Winds of Change,” and beneath it, an im