The air inside the Circle was thick with power, but it wasn’t just the bond pulsing at my neck. It was the lingering energy of the rogue wolves, each one connected to the same force I was learning to control. The weight of their gaze was almost palpable, their eyes trained on me with silent expectation. I stood still in the center of the room, the rogue who had led me here standing by the stone altar, his gaze unreadable. The members of the Circle stood around the room, their presence imposing, as though waiting for me to take the next step.
I had completed the trial, but the lingering unease in my chest reminded me that this was just the beginning. The bond was no longer something I could fight or ignore, it was something I needed to understand. And the rogue had made it clear: the trial
