Rensin's POV
I laid Adolfa gently on the bed of enchanted feathers. Her breath was soft, almost silent. The ritual of slumber had worked. For now, her spirit rested, safe and untouched by the chaos above. The darkness of the Greko Pack, the madness of Alpha Lyran, and the burning hatred of Luna Prese were too dangerous for her in this moment. She needed to stay hidden, asleep, sealed from both mortal and spirit interference.
I kissed her forehead and whispered, "Forgive me. I must leave. But I will return."
With a final glance, I turned to the sacred runes drawn across the floor, their glowing marks pulsing with spirit energy. I closed my eyes and placed my palm at the center. The ancient words fell from my lips, and a blinding vortex of golden light swirled beneath me.
My so
