I don’t waste time once I step outside.
The night air is too cold, brushing against my skin like a warning, but I ignore it and keep moving, heading north toward the Northern Ridge, just as Nora instructed.
I let the wind guide me.
It slips through the trees in soft whistles, curling around me as if it knows the way better than I ever could in this state. Without my wolf, everything feels dulled… muted… empty.
Still, I keep going, moving through the shadows, keeping to the edges of the pack like I don’t belong here—because I don’t.
And then, finally, I stop. My eyes narrow as I take in the building in front of me.
Massive doesn’t even begin to describe it.
It rises from the ground like something carved out of dominance itself, towering over everything around it, swallowing the land
