Chapter 11
The air had changed.
Elira could feel it in her bones.
The rogue camp buzzed with active wolves sharpening blades, weaving protection charms, murmuring about the next attack. But beneath the noise, tension wove through the stone like a fault line. Eyes watched her for too long. Voices quieted when she passed.
They weren’t just preparing for war. They were waiting to see who would lead it.
Elira’s Burden
Inside the temple chamber, Elira stood alone, a tattered map spread across the stone table. Red markers burned where Moonblood sanctuaries had already fallen. Three more flickered still standing, but surrounded by threats like wolves in a circle.
She pressed her fingers to one near the northern peaks.
Kael entered behind her, silent.
“We go there next,” she said without
