Chapter 32 — The Veil in the South
The South did not announce itself.It concealed. Where Ironfang’s forests stood tall and proud, the southern territory breathed in layers mist sliding between black-barked trees, rivers moving slow and deep, the earth soft but watchful. At the heart of it stood Night Veil. Not a fortress. Not a kingdom. But something quieter. Stronger for its silence. Alpha Vaelor stood on the high ridge overlooking his pack as dusk lowered itself over the land. From there, he could see the settlement below wolves training in the clearing, a fox-shifter repairing the timber of a communal hall, two humans carrying baskets of herbs under the supervision of a raven-shifter whose wings caught the fading light.This pack accept different species, with different pasts, it accept the exiled, the rejected and
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