Caitlyn's POV

Six nights. That’s all we had left. Six nights before the blood moon, before the Prime Wolf could rise from the ashes, before everything would be torn apart. The air in Eldoria felt heavier each passing day. Some of the wolves looked at me with reverence, gratitude, like I was their last hope. Others stared at me with fear, unsure if they should trust me anymore. I had become something larger than life, a figure of both worship and dread, and yet none of them knew the real me.

I spent the first day walking through the camp, moving through the crowds of wolves who had once stood...