WREN'S POV
The sanctuary was unlike anything I had ever seen. It was a place of power, its walls etched with glowing runes that pulsed with life. The air hummed with energy, and as I stepped inside, the pendant around my neck grew warm, its soft light intensifying.
Lyra’s voice was steady in my mind. “This is it, Wren. The answers you’ve been searching for are here.”
Hunter walked beside me, his claws partially extended, his senses sharp. “Stay close,” he said, his voice low but firm.
At the center of the sanctuary was an altar, its surface inscribed with symbols similar to those on the pendant. As I approached, the pendant began to vibrate, a faint hum filling the air.
When I placed it on the altar, a surge of energy coursed through the room, and the symbols flared to life. The light
