POV: Elara
The night was still, unnaturally so. The kind of silence that made your instincts prickle and your heartbeat quicken. The forest felt like it was holding its breath, waiting for something to shatter the fragile peace. I stood near the patrol station, watching as the last group prepared to head out. Osric was at the front, his sharp eyes scanning the treeline like he could see through the darkness itself. Even in the dim light, his posture radiated tension.
“Stay sharp,” he told the wolves behind him. His voice was low but commanding, cutting through the stillness. “Silas isn’t going to send his wolves in broad daylight. They’ll come like ghosts, silent and deadly.”
I nodded my approval as I approached. “And they’ll be met with wolves who know their land better than anyone.”
