Elara’s POV
The journey had been long and grueling. Days of constant vigilance, fighting off threats, and pushing forward with little rest had left us both drained.
Today was different and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, we found a small village.
“This village is under the Seventh Clan. They are not so bad, we'll keep our guards down and rest before restrategizing.”
The village was small and tucked away between rolling hills and thick forest, hidden from prying eyes. The scent of freshly baked bread filled the air, blending with the crisp scent of pine. The werewolves here lived simply, tending to farms and livestock, and they welcomed us without question.
Kael and I exchanged a glance as we walked through the village. For once, we weren’t scanning the shadows for
