The Sirens’ cavern, now glowed with life. Golden lanterns hung from the stone arches, their light glimmering over the surface of the underground lake. The air was sweet with the scent of roasted sea-fruit and spiced roots, the sound of lyres and laughter mingling like waves against the shore.
For the first time in many nights, no one stood guard.
The Sirens had sworn peace. Their voices once weapons against the Tungsten wolves, now sang songs of apology and rebirth.
Ligon sat near the long driftwood table, his shoulders relaxed for the first time since the mission began. Around him, the returning werewolf units filled the chamber, some still muddy from the forest, others wide-eyed at the sight of their once-enemies offering wine and food.
Across the room, Valia laughed softly at someth
