The lower districts of Velkaris did not sleep. They breathed. They groaned under the weight of broken stone buildings, flickering streetlamps, and alleyways that swallowed sound whole. This was where the lesser wolves lived—those whose names were never spoken in the same breath as power, those whose existence was tolerated but never acknowledged. And yet, even here… something was about to shift. Elira moved through the narrow street with a woven bag pressed close to her side, her steps quiet, careful. She had learned long ago how to make herself unnoticeable. In Velkaris, invisibility was survival. A distant howl echoed from the upper ridge packs. She did not look up. She never did. Above her, the world belonged to Alphas. Below, it belonged to hunger. She turned into a dimly lit corner market, exchanging a few crumpled bills for basic supplies. The vendor barely glanced at her. No one did. That was the rule of her life—seen, but never truly registered. But tonight… somethin
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