Alpha of Smoke
One of the elders, a small woman with long white braids, sits behind Alice, weaving her hair into a similar braid while sharing wisdom about the land.
“You have settled well here,” she says, her voice calm but firm. “But danger still circles like a wolf on the hunt.”
I glance at Unega, who stiffens beside me. “What does she mean?” Unega asks through the mind-link.
The elder gestures westward, her dark eyes sharp. “There are others,” she says. “Wolves who have no home, no honor. They take what they want, destroy what they cannot. They do not fight for survival, but for the pleasure of conquest. They are wolves of fire.”
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