THE TRUE FACE OF SHADOWS
The forest was heavy with tension. Even the wind seemed hesitant to move through the trees, as though nature itself sensed the storm approaching. Wolves moved with cautious precision, every step measured, every breath controlled. The rift at the southern ridge pulsed faintly, a wound in reality, whispering with shadows that seemed almost alive.
Lykos led the pack, silver eyes scanning every movement, every flicker of shadow. The infiltrator had struck twice now, probing, testing, and learning—but tonight, he knew, it would strike with purpose.
Aria moved at his side, silver fire weaving like molten threads around their aura, stabilizing every wolf, reinforcing courage, anchoring essence. “They are waiting,” she murmured, voice steady but urgent. “Not just testin
