The Unifier's Journey
The journey back to the Shadowmoon valley was a stark contrast to their headlong flight to the Alps. The pack, now a unified and formidable force, moved with a quiet, somber determination. They had defeated the Thorne brothers, but the victory felt hollow. It was not a celebration, but a quiet, mournful return to a sacred duty. The air still carried the scent of corruption, a pervasive, sickening odor that was a constant reminder of the war’s terrible toll.
Rhys, though physically healed by Lyra’s power, was a ghost of his former self. His essence was a frayed tapestry, and his mind was a battlefield of fragmented memories and agonizing guilt. He walked in a daze, his gaze fixed on the ground, his silence a heavy presence. He carried the full weight of his betraya
