For the next three days, the Moonridge Pack lived in fear.
Warriors patrolled the borders day and night.
The gates were locked before sunset.
No one was allowed to enter the northern forest.
Rumors spread faster than the wind.
“They say rogues crossed the border.”
“I heard it was dark magic.”
“No… someone found strange silver markings on the trees.”
Every story was different.
No one knew the truth.
I kept my head down and continued my chores as though nothing had happened.
But inside…
I was terrified.
Every time someone mentioned the forest, I remembered Seraphine’s scream.
Every night, I wondered if she had survived.
Every morning, I touched the silver ring hidden beneath the sleeve of my dress.
It was my only proof that none of it had been a dream.
“Elara.”
Willow fell
