The chaos had only just begun.
Ashen Hollow trembled as the leyline’s power surged and twisted, sending waves of unstable magic through the earth. The once quiet town was now a battlefield, with the Nightclaw Pack clashing violently against the feral forces of the Bloodmoon Pack. The air was thick with the sounds of snarling wolves, the clash of claws against flesh, and the unmistakable hum of magic rippling through the night.
Lena stood at the heart of it all, struggling to keep her balance as the leyline beneath her pulsed erratically. Each surge of magic felt like a wild heartbeat beneath her feet, unpredictable and dangerous. She reached out with her magic, trying to calm the leyline, but the energy was chaotic, and every time she tried to hold it, it slipped away from her grasp.
Ry
