The storm did not touch the stronghold, but everyone felt it.Thunder rolled again in the distance, slow and deliberate, like the sky itself was thinking before it spoke. The air remained heavy long after the Herald vanished, the glow of the runes fading until only faint scars remained on the stone wall.No one moved.Wolves stood frozen where they were, breaths shallow, instincts screaming. Even the elders—men and women who had seen wars, betrayals, and blood moons—looked shaken.Killian was the first to move.“Clear the chamber,” he ordered, his Alpha voice cutting through the haze. “Now.”The command snapped everyone back into motion. Guards ushered the scouts out. Elders exchanged uneasy glances before retreating slowly, murmuring under their breath. Rowan lingered, watching Aria with sharp concern, but even he obeyed when Killian met his eyes.Soon, only three of them remained.The silence that followed was heavier than the noise before it.Aria leaned back against the stone wall
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