WHISPERS OF TREACHERY
The forest had quieted in the aftermath of the battle, though the scars of chaos were impossible to ignore. Trees splintered, smoke curling into the sky, and the ground was littered with debris and signs of conflict. Nara walked carefully among the pack, crimson energy pulsing faintly around her, a reminder of the power she had tapped to survive Zephyros’ onslaught.
Kael’s shadow energy hovered at the edges of her aura, protective and subtle, like a silent heartbeat. Even in this uneasy calm, his amber eyes scanned the horizon, alert for threats.
“We need to regroup,” Kael said, voice low, almost a growl. “The rival packs will not forget this. Fenric’s forces are battered but alive—and Zephyros is far from finished.”
Nara nodded. Her heart still raced from the bat
