Eleanora

The Hollow was deceptively still. The aftershocks of the battle lingered like ghosts, echoing through every tree, every shadow. But the silence wasn’t peace. It was a fragile pause, a breath held tight before the inevitable storm.

I stood before the gathered pack, beneath the great oak in the Hollow’s heart. Faces young. and old, wary and hopeful, turned toward me. Their eyes searched for certainty, for strength, for a beacon in the darkness.

I felt the Seal of Elanaya pulse beneath my skin, a subtle warmth spreading from the crescent-shaped mark on my wrist. It was a tether to the ancient Alpha spirit bound to this land an...