The world snapped back into focus with a gasp of frost and wind.
We arrived at the edge of a mountain pass, the rune-stone crumbling to dust in my hand as its purpose fulfilled. Snow howled across the cliffs, wind-sharpened and laced with the scent of blood. The trees here were skeletal, stripped bare by winter and something far more sinister. Silence reigned—not peaceful, but tense, coiled like a predator waiting to pounce.
Kael stiffened beside me, his nostrils flaring.
“They’re close,” he growled. “And they’re angry.”
Selene pulled her cloak tighter. “I’ve seen blood feuds, but this… this smells like madness.”
Ahead, we saw it—just beyond a jagged ridge. A battlefield. A nightmare. Two packs clashed with no rhythm or reason, wolves tearing into each other with feral fury, their how
