The pack lands were silent now, but it wasn’t peace. It was the heavy, suffocating stillness of a battlefield moments before the final strike.Elora’s knees hit the cold earth, grass damp with dew—or was it blood? She couldn’t tell anymore,she was at a very confused state.Her chest heaved, each breath ragged. Her hands trembled faintly, faint trails of silver light pulsing in her veins.Joel stood just ahead of her, his figure battered and bloodied but unbowed. His golden eyes were sharp, glowing even in the darkness, though exhaustion pulled at his broad shoulders.“They’ll come for us,” Elora whispered, clutching her aching side.“They already have.” Joel’s voice was low, strained. He tilted his head slightly, listening. “Hear them?”Faint howls broke the silence. One. Then three. Then dozens.Elora’s stomach knotted.Through the treeline, shadows broke into the clearing—wolves. Too many to count. Their eyes glowed like coals in the night, their growls rumbling deep. At their center
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