The valley pulsed with a primal energy, the circle of seal stones glowing red against the twilight, their crescent moon carvings alive with an eerie light. Maya stood at the edge of the circle, her hands glowing with the white flame, the chorus roaring in her chest like a storm. The shadowy figure loomed before the central seal, its form shifting—neither wolf nor human, but a distortion of both, its black eyes swallowing the light. The Council wolves, led by Elder Veyra, charged toward Maya’s group, their claws and blades flashing, but the figure’s presence seemed to unnerve even them, their scents spiking with fear.
Kade’s black wolf form lunged at a Council warrior, his movements swift and precise. Soren and Eliah fought back-to-back, their blades carving through the chaos. Sophie guard
