Caitlyn's POV
The night felt heavy with the weight of everything that had happened—Bree’s betrayal, the uncertainty of the coming war, and the ever-looming threat of the Prime Wolf’s return. I hadn’t been able to shake the sting of Bree’s words. Even if I understood her fear, it was hard not to feel betrayed. I had trusted her, but now it felt like I was losing people I cared about, one by one.
But Raymond, as always, was there for me. He never left my side. He pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me like the safety I’d always known.
We decided to isolate ourselves for a while. We didn’t need anyone else right now—not to make decisions, not to hold a council, not to lead. We just needed each other.
Sitting in the quiet of our tent, the world outside felt distant, as if it had no claim on us. For a moment, everything faded—the responsibility, the fear, the looming threat. All that was left was us.<
Caitlyn's POVSix nights. That’s all we had left. Six nights before the blood moon, before the Prime Wolf could rise from the ashes, before everything would be torn apart. The air in Eldoria felt heavier each passing day. Some of the wolves looked at me with reverence, gratitude, like I was their last hope. Others stared at me with fear, unsure if they should trust me anymore. I had become something larger than life, a figure of both worship and dread, and yet none of them knew the real me.I spent the first day walking through the camp, moving through the crowds of wolves who had once stood beside me in battle. I talked to each of them, apologizing for the weight I had placed on their shoulders, thanking them for their sacrifices. I reminded them of why we were fighting—not just against the Prime Wolf, not just to survive, but for a world where we could live without fear, where we could choose our own futures.Every wolf I spoke to, I could see the
Caitlyn's POVSix nights. That was all the time we had left. Selene’s words echoed in my mind, the weight of them pressing against my chest like an invisible hand. The blood moon was coming, and with it, the Prime Wolf would rise unless we sealed him away first. If we failed, if we didn’t act in time, his soul would take form through my blood, and everything we had fought for would be lost.I spent the day finalizing the sealing ritual. The ritual I had designed. The one that could stop the Prime Wolf forever, but at a terrible cost. It required two anchors—one of origin blood, my blood, and one of choice—Raymond’s. Together, our bond would close the gate permanently. We would seal the Prime Wolf away, but the consequences would be unbearable.I could feel the truth of it in every line I wrote. The soulbond we shared, the bond that tied us together in ways no one else could understand, would break. The memories of each other—t
Caitlyn's POVThe night felt heavy with the weight of everything that had happened—Bree’s betrayal, the uncertainty of the coming war, and the ever-looming threat of the Prime Wolf’s return. I hadn’t been able to shake the sting of Bree’s words. Even if I understood her fear, it was hard not to feel betrayed. I had trusted her, but now it felt like I was losing people I cared about, one by one.But Raymond, as always, was there for me. He never left my side. He pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me like the safety I’d always known.We decided to isolate ourselves for a while. We didn’t need anyone else right now—not to make decisions, not to hold a council, not to lead. We just needed each other.Sitting in the quiet of our tent, the world outside felt distant, as if it had no claim on us. For a moment, everything faded—the responsibility, the fear, the looming threat. All that was left was us.
Back in Eldoria, the air felt thick with unease as Caitlyn, Raymond, Kane, Bree, and Selene studied the corrupted Alpha they had dragged from the tunnels. He lay still now, his body pale, eyes vacant yet flickering with the remnants of something alive, something malevolent. His voice came in broken fragments, as though the words were struggling to make sense, each one carrying the weight of a prophecy long forgotten.“She is the echo,” the Alpha muttered, his voice cracked and uneven. “He is the beginning. You cannot kill the root with petals.”His words made little sense, but they felt like pieces of a puzzle that Caitlyn didn’t want to solve. The truth of the Prime Wolf was bleeding through her mind in a way she couldn’t stop, and the longer they studied the Alpha, the more the feeling of being trapped in something vast and dark crept closer. She knew it wasn’t just the Prime Wolf’s influence—it was her connection
Caitlyn’s boots crunched against the rocky floor as she led the small, elite unit down into the dark tunnels beneath the mountain. The air was thick with humidity, the oppressive warmth curling around her like an ancient presence, whispering secrets from the stones themselves. Raymond walked beside her, his hand never straying far from hers, his eyes always on her, unwavering in their quiet support. Kane and Bree flanked them, their expressions hard and focused. Every step they took was calculated, every breath measured. They knew the stakes. They had come too far to fail now.Their weapons, light-bonded and forged with Caitlyn’s blood, pulsed with a quiet hum. Selene had blessed them with the magic needed to cut through whatever darkness lay ahead. Each sword, each blade, gleamed with an ethereal light, flickering like the stars they had once fought beneath. Yet even with these weapons of power, there was no doubt in Caitlyn’s mind: they were walking into t
The air around the mountain was thick with unease, vibrating with an energy no one could see but everyone could feel. The Prime Wolf’s jaw had finally cracked open, releasing a soundless roar into the world, and though no words were spoken, the effect was undeniable. A whispering voice began to fill the air, creeping through the very earth itself. It wasn’t a voice that formed sentences or spoke with clarity—it was an impulse, a primal suggestion. Surrender. Hunger. Obey.Wolves across the continent began hearing it. It was subtle at first, like a shadow brushing the back of their minds, but soon it became louder, more persistent. Packs started turning on each other. Old rivalries that had lain dormant for years reignited. Suspicion spread like wildfire through the territories, igniting paranoia. Some wolves, feeling the call, went rogue, claiming that the “voice of the origin” was calling them home, urging them to embrace the power buried deep w