THE WOLF WHO WALKED UNSEEN
The days following the eclipse felt strangely ordinary.
That unsettled Elara more than anything else.
She had expected something dramatic — a shift in the air, perhaps, or the forest reacting in some visible way to what had happened beneath that darkened sky. Instead, the mornings arrived as they always did. The scent of damp earth drifted through the open windows. Warriors trained in the lower clearing. Smoke from the kitchens curled upward in pale spirals.
But the ordinary felt thinner now. As if stretched too tight over something deeper.
Elara stood at the balcony outside her chamber and watched the early light spill across the treetops. The moon had set only an hour before, yet she could still feel it — not visually, not even spiritually in any way she c
