REBUILDING THE BOND
The forest was quiet now, scarred but breathing, alive despite the devastation of the shadow leader’s assault. Wolves moved carefully among the remnants of shattered trees and scorched earth, limbs stiff, muscles sore, but hearts still beating with fierce loyalty. Lykos stood at the edge of the clearing, silver aura pulsing softly around him, his gaze sweeping over the pack. Every wolf that had survived the battle was a testament to endurance, courage, and unbreakable bonds.
Aria hovered beside him, silver fire weaving delicate patterns around the forest, healing roots, stabilizing fractured energy, and mending the faint remnants of the shadow’s corruption. Her hands glowed softly, intertwining with the fragment, channeling essence into every wolf, every plant, every
