Night fell heavy, wrapping the village in uneasy quiet. Mira sat by the fire, her hands trembling as she replayed […]

The battle ended as suddenly as it began. The rogues scattered back into the forest, their howls fading into silence,

The uneasy peace shattered with a single horn blast. The sound rolled across the hills, sharp and urgent, and every

The cave’s shadows clung to Mira long after she left them behind. She returned to the village with the image

The fires had long since died, but Mira couldn’t sleep. The celebration’s echoes clung to her skin, mixing with the

The pack celebrated deep into the night, their howls echoing against the hills, fires blazing bright. Wolves feasted, drank, and

The wolves gathered under the rising moon, their voices weaving into a chorus that raised the hairs on Mira’s arms.

By morning, the village no longer felt like hers. Wolves moved through the square, fixing barricades, sharpening weapons, patrolling as

The village was hushed, every hut cloaked in the silence of uneasy sleep. Mira sat outside her door, staring at

The village slept uneasily under the watch of wolves, but Mira lay wide awake, her wrist burning with the bond’s