POV: Araya
Araya returns to the cabin troubled. Serenya's words echo in her mind, refusing to be silenced.
The Alpha won't survive winter without you.
Araya tries to push the thought away. Tries to focus on Lucian, on Ronan, on the life she's building.
But the doubt lingers.
That evening, an elder arrives at the cabin. His name is Orin, a wolf so old his fur has turned completely white. He's traveled from the far reaches of the Direwilds, summoned by whispers of the Lycan child.
Araya greets him respectfully. Elders are rare among wolves, most dying in battle or from illness before reaching such advanced age.
"I've come to see the child," Orin says. His voice is thin but clear. "The one they say carries the prophecy."
"What prophecy?" Araya asks.
Orin's ancient eyes study her. "Yo
