Elara’s POV
The silver light exploded outward, filling the cave, flooding through me like a river breaking a dam. I gasped, my hand still pressed to the silver wolf’s fur, as her consciousness crashed into mine.
Not words. Not images. Just knowing.
I knew the taste of moonlight. The weight of a thousand winters. The loneliness of a hundred years of sleep. And beneath it all, a fierce, burning purpose.
Protect the pack. End the Hollow. Survive. The light faded.
The silver wolf lay still again, her eyes closed, her breathing steady. But something had changed. The pendant around my neck was cool now, and my wolf, my own grey wolf was pacing inside me, restless and hungry.
She gave us something, my wolf said.
What?
Power. Knowledge. A piece of herself.
I stumbled back from the stone b
