I drifted my eyes to the south, where my home had once been. Where that bridge now hangs solid between two separate territories bound as one even above the might of the Marianne River. The Devouring River as my ancestors would call.

Maybe Alpha Cain is indeed cunning to finally build a bridge with the blood, tears, and sweat of the people who once resided in it. He shattered the protection magic, of course, before starting that bridging project. At first it was hard. But now Alpha Lucius is dead. The protective wards around my former home, the land where I grew up and discovered Ayana deep inside me, have...