The wind was different now.
It carried with it the scent of fresh earth and the untold promise of a new beginning. Where once the winds of the Thousand Blades Plain had whispered of exile and loss, they now howled with a newfound freedom—louder, stronger, and filled with purpose. The wolves, once silenced by the cruelty of the Citadel, were now the true rulers of their fate. And the land, too, seemed to stir, as though acknowledging their return.
Leia stood atop the hill overlooking the valley, the sun beginning its slow descent beyond the horizon, casting the world in shades of gold and amber. The air hummed with life—alive with the memory of her transformation, with the pulse of the Wolf God's power that still thrummed beneath her skin. Her heart beat in sync with the earth, with the w
