The pack’s camp was sombre that night, illuminated only by the flickering light of a low-burning fire. Lyla’s recounting of her vision had left everyone uneasy. The shadow figure, Kane’s growing power, and the revelation of the Dark Root’s heart weighed heavily on their minds. It was clear now: the stakes were higher than they’d ever imagined.
As the wolves quietly debated their next move, Lyla stood on the outskirts of the camp, staring into the dark forest. She clutched her mother’s journal, the leather-bound book her constant companion since discovering it in the attic. Her hands trembled as she flipped through its pages again, searching for answers.
“You won’t find everything in there,” Dani said softly, stepping up beside her.
Lyla glanced at her, startled. “I know,” she admitted,
