Chapter 45
The corruption did not stop. By the next day, it had spread further into the territory of the Ashen Moon Pack—slow, creeping, unstoppable. What had once been vibrant forest now carried patches of decay, like a sickness eating through living land. And with it came silence. No birds. No prey. No life. Only the faint, lingering echo of something watching. Inside the pack’s main hall, tension filled the air. Wolves gathered—leaders, warriors, and the allied wolves who had answered Lyra’s call. Among them stood Garrick, arms folded, his expression grim. “We’ve seen things like this before,” he said. All eyes turned to him. Kaelen stood at the center, strong and composed despite everything. “Explain.” Garrick nodded once. “Years ago, when my pack still existed… we traveled beyond t
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