Elara’s POV
The dream ended with the silver wolf's command. Go to him. Stop him. Before it's too late.
I woke gasping, the pendant burning against my chest, Lyra's silver-tipped fur warm beneath my hand. The forest outside my window was full of eyes, yellow, red, amber watching the lodge.
But they weren't attacking. They were waiting and watching. Testing. I threw on my clothes and ran downstairs.
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Dorian was already in the main room, his face grim. Finn and Mira stood beside him, their weapons drawn.
"The Hollow's scouts are back," Dorian said. "They're not attacking. Just watching."
"I know." I crossed to him. "The silver wolf showed me. She said we need to go to him. To stop him before it's too late."
"Too late for what?"
"I don't know. But I trust her."
Dorian was quiet fo
