The silver wolf stepped fully into the clearing, her fur shining like moonlight on water. She was not as massive as the Warden or the True Ancient One, but something about her made the air feel heavier. Every wolf around us went still. Even the Warden took a small step back. Damien stayed pressed against me, his body trembling from pain and exhaustion. Blood still seeped from the deep wounds on his side and shoulder. I could feel how weak he was through the bond, but he refused to move away from me. "Who are you?" the Warden growled, its golden eyes narrowed. The silver wolf tilted her head slightly. Her voice was calm and ancient, carrying the weight of generations. "I am the First Mother. The one who gave birth to the original bloodlines. The one who watched the first pacts being made. And this child," she looked straight at my belly, "carries my direct blood." The scarred ancient wolf laughed from the side, but it sounded nervous. "You have not been seen in centuries. Why show
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