Calista
Elenor took the potion, its silvery liquid shimmering in the dim light. She drank it, and almost immediately, the wild look in her eyes began to fade. She sighed in relief, the tempest within her settling into a gentle breeze.
“Thank you,” she whispered, tears of gratitude streaming down her face.
Lyanna, the village elder, placed a comforting hand on Elenor’s shoulder. “Remember, Elenor, if anyone can control it, it’s you.”
The village of Elara had long kept watch over the forest, guarding the secret of the Elixir—a potion both revered and feared. It was said to have the power to calm the wild wolf within, to bring peace to those tormented by their dual nature.
But the Elixir was not without its risks. Elenor’s husband, Gareth, once the revered Alpha of their village, had s
