Chapter 79: Whispers in the Flame
The morning air was crisp as Luna walked through the training grounds, now quiet and nearly empty. Only a few warriors remained, sharpening blades or stretching tired limbs. The ground still bore the scars of the battle—blackened earth, scorched trees, broken weapons half-buried in the dirt. But it also carried something new.
Hope.
She inhaled deeply, letting the scent of pine and ash fill her lungs. Every step reminded her she was alive. Every breeze on her skin whispered that she had returned for a purpose.
“Alpha Luna,” someone called.
She turned to find Mira jogging toward her, her hair tied back, eyes bright with relief. “We’ve had two patrols return from the outer territories. No signs of shadow creatures.”
“That’s good news,” Luna said, though
