Liana staggered into her workshop, her body and mind drained from the relentless journey through the death-strewn lands of the destroyed packs. The grisly images of the deflated Alphas haunted her every step, a constant reminder of the dark forces at play.
She shut the heavy wooden door behind her, slid the bolt into place, and drew the thick shutters over the windows. The workshop, her sanctuary, was now a place of refuge where she could retreat from the world’s horrors. Which was ironic, since she worked on the said horrors right within those walls.
The room was filled with the scent of aged wood, herbs, and a faint trace of alchemical smoke from her last project. Shelves lined the walls, cluttered with jars of rare ingredients, books with yellowed pages, and tools of her craft.
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