The Night the Pendant Stirred
The forest was quiet. Wrapped in a soft silver glow. Aria sat cross-legged in the center of the clearing, the pendant resting warm against her chest. It pulsed gently-like a heartbeat that wasn't hers.
Kaelen stood behind her, arms folded, watching with a mixture of pride and worry.
Damon, Kieran and Lucien formed a loose circle around her, their wolves restless beneath their skin.
Aria touched the pendant lightly. "It feels.....alive."
Kaelen nodded. "It is. Mother bound a piece of her flame to it. And now it's responding to yours."
Damon stepped closer, eyes narrowing. "It's glowing brighter."
Kieran tilted his head, studying the runes. "No....it's resonating. Like it's syncing with her."
Lucien swallowed. "Is that supposed to happen?"
Kaelen hesita
