The journey to Shadow Ridge was harsh and unyielding. Jagged rocks tore at their boots, and bitter winds howled through narrow canyons. Yet Elara pressed on, her spirit fueled by the urgency thrumming through her blood.
Kael stayed close, his presence a steady reassurance. Behind them, Ravynn and a small contingent of Bloodborn warriors moved like silent shadows.
By midday, the land changed—the cliffs gave way to steep hills blanketed in gray mist. Perched atop the highest ridge was a fortress unlike any Elara had seen. Black iron gates guarded the entrance, and narrow towers clawed at the sky like broken fingers.
"This is Shadow Ridge?" Elara asked, squinting up at it.
Kael nodded grimly. "They don't trust outsiders. Even less since the blood feuds."
They approached slowly, their weapons sheathed but their senses alert. A horn blared from the watchtower, and moments later, the gates creaked open.
Out strode a woman clad in dark leather armor, her silver hair braided tight against her scalp. Her eyes—one blue, one green—watched them warily.
"I am Alpha Selene," she said. "State your purpose."
Elara stepped forward, unflinching. "I seek alliance. Against a threat that endangers us all."
Selene arched an eyebrow. "Many seek our strength. Few prove worthy of it."
Without hesitation, Elara unsheathed the Moonblade. Its silver light spilled over the courtyard, drawing gasps from the gathered warriors.
"I am Elara Moonborn," she declared. "Fated by blood and bond. Chosen to stand against the coming darkness."
Selene's expression flickered—just for a moment.
"You carry heavy words, girl," she said. "But here, power must be earned."
"What must I do?" Elara asked, voice steady.
Selene's mouth curled into a wolfish grin. "Face our champion in the Circle of Claws. Defeat him—and we will hear your claim."
Before Elara could respond, a massive figure stepped into the courtyard. The champion was nearly seven feet tall, his muscles corded with strength, a jagged scar running from his temple to his jaw.
Kael growled low in warning. "Elara, you don't have to—"
"Yes," she interrupted, eyes locked on her opponent. "I do."
As the warriors formed a ring around them, Elara stepped into the circle, heart pounding—not with fear, but with fierce, undeniable purpose.
For her people.
For Kael.
For the bond that tethered her to the moon.
The first blow would decide everything.