W.I.L.D.
He was already in wolf form, stalking through the warriors with steady golden eyes, radiating calm.
The Guardians gathered, each one distinct yet bound by the same invisible thread of fate. Cheyenne stood tall, her wolf spirit restless beneath her skin, eyes darting toward the tree line as if she could already see the path ahead. Chelsea smoothed her hands over her spellbook, lips moving silently as she committed one last incantation to memory. Nalia leaned against a tree, phoenix fire sparking faintly in her eyes. Isolde flicked her hair over her shoulder with regal disdain, though the way her hand hovered near her brother’s betrayed her nerves. Tora shifted Kael onto one hip, Jax holding L
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