Dorian’s POV
Dawn broke over the Moonfall Clearing like a blessing.
The silver light had faded. The ancient stones stood silent. And Elara was in my arms, her heart beating against my chest, her breath warm on my neck.
She's still here, my wolf said. She's still real.
Yes.
We almost lost her.
I know.
The Silver Wolf's presence had receded, but I could still feel it, a faint echo in the back of my mind. She was there. Waiting, watching and she had asked to be let in.
"Elara," I said. "We need to talk about what happened."
She pulled back, her gold eyes meeting mine. "I know."
"The Silver Wolf. She wants to live again. Through you. Through Lyra."
"Yes."
"That's…"
"Dangerous. I know." She touched my face. "But it's the only way to stop the Hollow. You heard her. Separately, we'll
