Third Person POV

The first ones to see him return were the guards at the southern ridge.

They didn’t recognize him at first.

The boy who had left weeks ago—skinny, restless, lost—was gone. In his place walked someone older. Not in years. In presence. In silence.

Kane walked with his shoulders straighter now, his jaw firmer. He carried no weapons, but no one dared question if he was armed. His eyes, once golden, now shimmered with pale silver and hints of blue fire beneath them. Not magic. Not wolf.

Something else.

Something older.

As he stepped into the heart of Eldoria’s recovery camp, all conversation stopped.

Every head turned.

Some...