The snow gave way to shadow as Selene and her warriors ventured deeper into the heart of the Silverpine Range. The terrain was treacherous—jagged cliffs, narrow passes, and a thick mist that never lifted. It felt like a world untouched by time, where the air itself whispered warnings. This was Shadowclaw territory.
No one spoke unless necessary. Even Kael, usually sarcastic to ease tension, was solemn. The Shadowclaw Pack had a reputation that made even hardened rogues hesitate. They were wolves of the mountain—feral, cunning, and loyal only to themselves. But Selene knew the power they wielded could tip the balance.
Liora rode beside her, cloaked in furs and a shroud of silence. Her eyes scanned every tree, every ridge.
“They know we’re here,” she finally said.
Selene glanced at her.
