...that the Silver Paw will answer the Blood Moon’s call.
The weight of Corvan’s promise settled over the freezing, blood-stained asphalt, a solitary beacon of hope against the crushing reality of the Abyss. Elara didn't offer a triumphant smile; the severity of the situation didn't warrant one. She simply offered him a respectful nod, acknowledging him not as a subordinate, but as a crucial equal in the war to come.
"We will be expecting you, Alpha Corvan," Elara said, her voice steady despite the adrenaline violently crashing in her veins. "Travel only during peak daylight, and stay exactly on the solar ley lines. Do not trust the shadows of the western ridge."
Corvan grunted in agreement, heavily clutching his badly burned hand against his massive chest. The necrotic shadow-venom fro
