The grand manor of Silver Creek felt like a gilded cage in the wake of the attack. The immediate danger had passed, but a new, more insidious fear had taken root, seeping into the very walls. The shattered window in the living room had been boarded up, a temporary patch that did nothing to block out the chilling memory of what had happened. The pack moved through the halls with quiet efficiency, their usual boisterous energy subdued, their glances toward the family wing filled with a new, reverent awe.
