The field changed.
Hundreds of wolves appeared.
Then thousands.
They stretched across valleys, mountains, forests and plains.
Different packs.
Different colours.
Different lives.
Some stood together.
Others fought.
Some protected their families.
Some betrayed them.
Some loved.
Some hated.
Some forgave.
Some never did.
"What am I seeing?"
"My children."
The Goddess's voice carried sadness now.
"I gave each of them something even I refuse to take away."
Lara understood.
"Choice."
"Yes."
The vision shifted.
A young man appeared.
Silver-eyed.
Strong.
Kind.
Malachar.
Lara stared.
He was laughing.
Actually laughing.
Children surrounded him as he knelt to mend a little boy's injured arm.
The scene changed.
Malachar stood between two armies, convincing both sides t
