Luna's Awakening
Before our eyes, his wounds began to close, color returning to his pale face.
The young wolf stared at me in awe as he sat up, fully healed. “The legends are true,” he whispered. “You're the Chosen One. The White Wolf.”
Xander was already barking orders, organizing our pack for the impending attack. As wolves rushed to their positions, I stood there, my mind racing. The hidden sanctuary… why did it feel so important?
Suddenly, it clicked. “Xander!” I called out. “I think I know where the hidden sanctuary is. The symbols in that cabin, the ones that matched my marks — I think they're a map!”