Prologue

Date 14. The peace and tranquility that have long shrouded the Lunaria Forest have been shattered. It was caused by a horde of Xylvaneth Pack, exhausted by unrest.

The noise was thunderous. The silence was oppressive. Every breath was no longer comforting as seconds passed in uncertainty.

Restlessness, like a thick darkness, deepened, casting a shadow over hope. The future was shrouded in the uncertain clouds of fate. Everything became one, then clumped together, giving rise to despair.

Hope rebelled. In gazes that tried to pierce the dark night, they offered prayers. Was there a chance that fate would smile upon them?

Days have turned into months. Time unfolded in units of years. All endurance and patience became silent witnesses of a long wait. It was not wrong for them to demand a solution now.

"Oh, children of the wolves!"

The echoing voice of Ursa Waverly, The Sacred Elder of the pack, resounded. She broke the silence of the night with a call that echoed through the air. Both hands raised, she tilted her head back, gazing at the full moon.

The wind hummed. Leaves rustled. Shadows that were once still now sway. Everything has lost direction. Everything has gone astray, and only one thing has managed to calm it.

Ursa closed her eyes for a moment. She felt the caress of the night wind, then her lips parted and she spoke again.

"Our wait is at an end."

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