Third Person POV
The first ones to see him return were the guards at the southern ridge.
They didn’t recognize him at first.
The boy who had left weeks ago—skinny, restless, lost—was gone. In his place walked someone older. Not in years. In presence. In silence.
Kane walked with his shoulders straighter now, his jaw firmer. He carried no weapons, but no one dared question if he was armed. His eyes, once golden, now shimmered with pale silver and hints of blue fire beneath them. Not magic. Not wolf.
Something else.
Something older.
As he stepped into the heart of Eldoria’s recovery camp, all conversation stopped.
Every head turned.
Some whispered his name.
Some just stared.
Selene was the first to reach him, her eyes scanning him slowly. “You’re different.”
“I had to be,” Kane said quietly.
She raised a brow. “Did you find what you were looking for?”
“No,” Kane answered. “But I found wha
Caitlyn's POVThe dream still lingered as she awoke, a warmth that flooded her chest and spread through her veins. For a moment, she couldn’t separate the dream from reality. The kiss—Raymond’s kiss—was so vivid, so real, that it pulsed within her. It wasn’t a mere dream, it was something more, something she couldn’t quite grasp. But the sensation was undeniable, and now, it was burning through her body like wildfire.At first, it was subtle—a low hum, a sensation of warmth building from within. But then, it grew stronger. It wasn’t pain, not the kind of agony she’d felt before when her bond had been torn apart. This was different. It was a calling, a beckoning from somewhere deep inside her soul, like a part of her was coming back to life. Something long dormant, something that had once marked her as a part of him.Her fingers instinctively traced the bare skin of her shoulder, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, she felt it—the faintest glow
The hidden realm was vast and endless. The starlight stretched infinitely, casting a cold glow over everything, yet it never felt like warmth. Caitlyn wandered the field, each step heavy as if the very ground resisted her movement. There was a quiet loneliness here, an aching emptiness that she couldn’t quite place.But something had begun to change within her. She could feel it, deep within the depths of her soul. Fragments of her wolf spirit—pieces she thought were lost forever—started to stir, whispering to her from far away. It was not the power she had once known, not the wildness that ran through her veins. This was different. This was drawn by emotion, by something far more intricate than strength. It was her bond with Raymond.She could feel it, an invisible thread connecting her to the world she had left behind. It was strange, this connection, like a current pulling her back toward something. But when she tried to call upon her wolf—when she reached deep with
Caitlyn’s POVI felt the weight of a thousand moments press against me as I slowly opened my eyes. The starlight surrounding me had no end. It was as though the night had swallowed me whole, yet here I was, floating in the glow of something impossible. A place so quiet, so still, I wondered if it had ever known time. It was beautiful in a way that felt both foreign and strangely familiar—like a memory that danced just out of reach.The air, thick with the scent of flowers that were not flowers, shifted with every breath I took. My body felt lighter, as if I had shed the weight of the world, but there was something missing—a gnawing emptiness deep within. My wolf, once fierce and wild, was quiet, like a shadow that had vanished into the dark corners of my soul. I couldn’t feel her. The connection had frayed, as if a part of me had been ripped away and left behind.I tried to move, my limbs slow and unsteady, as though I had forgotten the art of walking. The starl
Third Person POVThe first ones to see him return were the guards at the southern ridge.They didn’t recognize him at first.The boy who had left weeks ago—skinny, restless, lost—was gone. In his place walked someone older. Not in years. In presence. In silence.Kane walked with his shoulders straighter now, his jaw firmer. He carried no weapons, but no one dared question if he was armed. His eyes, once golden, now shimmered with pale silver and hints of blue fire beneath them. Not magic. Not wolf.Something else.Something older.As he stepped into the heart of Eldoria’s recovery camp, all conversation stopped.Every head turned.Some whispered his name.Some just stared.Selene was the first to reach him, her eyes scanning him slowly. “You’re different.”“I had to be,” Kane said quietly.She raised a brow. “Did you find what you were looking for?”“No,” Kane answered. “But I found wha
Third Person POVIt began with a book.Or rather, what was inside a book.Raymond stood in the Moonborn sanctum ruins, fingers brushing aside dust that hadn’t been disturbed in months. A shaft of light slanted through the broken roof above, casting long, narrow shadows across the crumbled stone floor. The cold didn’t bother him anymore.He had been returning here almost every night.Not for closure.For something else.Hope.The dream still lingered. She is not gone. The words clung to his ribs like frost. And now, this—the book Selene had brought from the deepest level of the archives.He flipped another page.His eyes caught on a passage written in an older tongue. But he recognized the symbols. Not just Moonborn, but pre-Moonborn.He ran a finger along the line. A familiar symbol repeated there—an inverted crescent enclosed by vines.He had seen Caitlyn draw it once. On parchment. On her wrist in
Third Person POVThe first sign came with the rivers.Clear streams that once ran smooth through the valleys between the Hollowclaw and Broken Fang territories had turned still overnight. Not frozen. Not polluted.Just… stopped.The water hovered, perfectly flat, defying gravity. When a warrior tossed a stone in, it bounced like it had struck glass.The second sign was worse.A storm rolled through the Western Ridge. No rain. No wind. Just lightning—dozens of bolts, striking the same circle of trees over and over, leaving them untouched but scorched in spirals.By the time the third sign appeared—wolves howling in their sleep with no memory of why, always facing north—the Alpha Council could no longer ignore it.Raymond stood in the council hall, arms crossed, listening to the latest reports from the sentries.“No casualties,” said one scout, shifting uneasily. “But it’s..