THE SHATTERED REALM
The forest trembled as if the world itself were gasping for air. Every tree twisted unnaturally, branches snapping like brittle bone under unseen pressure. Wolves crouched low, eyes wide with fear and determination, ears pressed back against the hum of energy that vibrated through the ground. The pack had survived the shadow leader’s ultimate assault, but victory had been tenuous, a fleeting moment of breath between storms.
Lykos stood at the center of the clearing, silver aura blazing, muscles taut like coiled steel. His senses were stretched beyond normal limits, wolf instincts heightened to razor-sharp precision. Every vibration of the earth, every flicker of shadow, every pulse of energy was a signal. Every instinct screamed danger, and yet every fiber of his bein
