THIRD PERSON
The night feels different again.
Not like before.
Not quiet.
Not calm.
Charged.
Like something is waiting to happen.
Elara feels it the moment she steps outside. The air is cooler, the wind softer—but beneath it, something pulls at her.
Familiar.
Steady.
Unavoidable.
She follows it.
Not questioning anymore.
Just… following.
It leads her to the far edge of the territory, where the trees thin and the world opens into a quiet overlook.
And he’s already there.
Alpha Scavia
Standing still.
Looking out into the distance.
Like he knew she would come.
“You keep finding places like this,” she says as she approaches.
He doesn’t turn immediately.
“They’re easier to think in.”
She stops beside him.
Close.
Not too close.
But closer than before.
“That’s dangerous,
