Chapter 27: no more uploading
Dawn painted the sky in shades of fire as Elara's party rode out of Blackthorn. Not an army—just a small group, carefully chosen. Kael at her side, his presence an anchor. Cassian and Lyra as guards and witnesses. Dace with his ever-present journal, determined to record everything. And Bran, the ancient elder whose wisdom might prove invaluable when dealing with Shadowfang's traditions. Fifty wolves had volunteered to accompany them. Elara had accepted only these five. "We need to show strength," she'd explained to the disappointed volunteers, "but not threat. This isn't an invasion. It's an answer to a challenge. Too many warriors would look like we're preparing for war." The wolves had understood. Reluctantly. Now, as Blackthorn's gates disappeared behind them, Elara felt the weight
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