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The Return of the Watchers

Author: Tyson Roy
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-10 00:02:47

Three days passed in rare peace.

Training drills blended packs and rogues. Children shared stories across fires, their laughter louder than the ghosts that once haunted these hills. Aria barely slept—so many voices, so many wounds in need of stitching—but she dared to believe the pact might take root.

Until the ravens came.

Rowan saw them first—spiraling above Skyvault Ridge, silent and synchronized. A bad omen, he said. Old wolves muttered legends not spoken in years.

The Watchers.

They came with the dusk, cloaked in midnight, faces masked in carved wolf-bone. Twelve of them, tall and still as stones. The one at their center bore a staff crowned with a stone that pulsed like a heartbeat.

They did not speak at first. They simply walked down the ridge in eerie silence, and the valley stilled in response.

Aria met them with her allies—Xander, Danica, Varek, Lysa, Rowan—each bearing the weight of their people. Even the bravest shifted uneasily beneath the Watchers’ unmoving gaze.

Then th
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