Threads of Belonging
The cadence of life within the Shadowmoon Caves had begun to find a new rhythm, one of cautious recovery and quiet, determined preparation. The lingering scent of sickness had finally receded, replaced by the comforting aromas of simmering herbal broths and the earthy musk of many wolves living in close proximity. The Obsidian Heart continued its gentle hum, a constant, soothing presence at the core of their sanctuary, its soft glow reflecting in eyes that now held more clarity than fear. The pack, though still bearing the scars of Cerberus, was undeniably on the mend.
For Lyra, this period of respite was a profound revelation. She had arrived in these caves an outsider, a mystery, burdened by suspicions and ancient prophecies. Now, she moved among them with a growin
