Night fell quickly, the forest thick with anticipation. Elara stood at the edge of the perimeter with Kael, their eyes locked on the distant treeline. The air was cold, but neither moved — both sensing the shift in energy, like something ancient was awakening.
The first scent hit them just before the wind turned — a foul blend of blood and ash.
"They're close," Kael muttered, his jaw tightening.
A scout approached in wolf form, shifting quickly mid-run. "Alpha! Luna! We've spotted movement at the southern border. At least two dozen rogues — possibly more in hiding."
Elara's spine straightened. "No sudden strikes. We hold the line and wait for my signal."
Kael gave her a look, not one of challenge — but trust. "I'll be right beside you."
As the patrol dispersed, Elara stepped into the woods, needing a moment alone. The weight of her decisions pressed against her ribs like armor too tight. Every choice she made now would shape not only the outcome of the battle — but the lives of the packs who'd placed their hope in her.
She closed her eyes, pressing her palm to the crescent moon mark on her shoulder. She could feel it humming — a reminder that she was more than just a wolf. She was a symbol. A weapon. A promise.
Suddenly, a flicker of movement snapped her eyes open. From the shadows, a rogue emerged — gaunt, sharp-eyed, but not attacking.
He smirked. "Moonborn, huh? I expected someone… bigger."
Elara stepped forward, her voice ice. "Turn back now. Or you'll wish you had."
The rogue chuckled. "Vael sends his regards. He says the next time we meet, it'll be under blood and fire."
"Tell him," she said, her tone sharpened like a blade, "that fire only makes us stronger."
In a flash, her aura pulsed, sending a ripple of energy through the trees. The rogue stumbled back, surprised — and fled.
Kael appeared beside her seconds later, his silver eyes scanning her face. "Are you alright?"
She nodded, slower this time. "He was just a messenger."
Kael touched her hand, warm and grounding. "Then let's send one back."
Together, they turned toward the heart of the camp.
The shadows were growing.
But so was the light.