Elara's POVThe heavy iron gates of the Moon River Pack groaned, inside, a sea of faces waited in the biting morning mist: warriors, elders, and common folk, all gathered in a state of frantic agitation to witness the return of their brave leader.As the carriage slowed to a crawl, I reached out and pushed the heavy leather curtain aside. I leaned into the frame, letting the pale light wash over my uncovered face, and stared directly into the crowd.The reaction was instantaneous. A collective gasp rippled through the onlookers, followed by a terrifying, heavy silence. People stumbled back, some tripping over their own feet, their eyes wide with a mix of superstitious dread and pure shock. To them, the "wolf-less girl" who had perished five years ago was staring back at them with the eyes of Northern Alpha."Is that... Elara?" someone croaked, their voice trembling with fear."It can't be. It's a spirit wearing her skin," another whispered, clutching a protective talisman.I watched t
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