The world had changed in the blink of an eye, but change was not without its consequences. The Citadel had crumbled, the Bone Devouring Ceremony shattered, and the wolves were free, but there was no real sense of victory. Not yet. The weight of what they had accomplished—and what they still had to do—hung heavily in the air.
Leia stood at the center of the Unbound, her bone wolf form now familiar and instinctive. The howl of the pack reverberated in her chest like a call to war. Their victory had unlocked something new—a way forward, but also a future filled with uncertainty. The wolves were free, but the world outside the ruins of the Citadel was still a battleground. The land was scarred, and those who still held power would not give it up easily.
The elder moved beside her, his steps
