As the trio ventured forth, the revelry of their departure faded into the silence of the dense forest. The rustling of leaves and snapping of twigs beneath their feet served as a reminder that they were leaving the celebratory atmosphere behind. Their destination loomed ahead: Ember Pack, Lucine's ancestral lands, shrouded in mystery and ancient secrets.
Cathryn's senses heightened, her instincts prickling like the fine hairs on the back of her neck. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, but beneath it, a subtle tang of unease lingered.
"I don't like this," Cathryn whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft crunch of gravel. "Something feels off."
Rosalind's hand found Lucine's, their fingers intertwining in a gesture of solidarity. The warmth of the
