The day broke with an unsettling silence, the sky above overcast, shrouded in gray clouds that rolled in as if summoned by some unseen hand. I walked along the ridge, boots crunching on the path of damp earth and scattered rocks. The air was thick with the scent of rain, the promise of a storm hanging on the horizon, and the world around me seemed to hold its breath.
It had been days since I’d left the valley behind. Each step further from it had carried me closer to the unknown, a world of power and consequences that I had only begun to understand. The underground had taught me much: how to survive, how to navigate the world of wolves that existed outside the pack laws. But what it had not prepared me for was the quiet weight of choices yet to come.
The whispers that had followed me aft
