The air around the mountain was thick with unease, vibrating with an energy no one could see but everyone could feel. The Prime Wolf’s jaw had finally cracked open, releasing a soundless roar into the world, and though no words were spoken, the effect was undeniable. A whispering voice began to fill the air, creeping through the very earth itself. It wasn’t a voice that formed sentences or spoke with clarity—it was an impulse, a primal suggestion. Surrender. Hunger. Obey.

Wolves across the continent began hearing it. It was subtle at first, like a shadow brushing the back of their minds, but soon it became louder, more persistent. Packs started...