The world around her blurred as the Elders moved swiftly through realms no ordinary wolf could ever cross. One blink, and the chaos of Blood Moon Pack was gone — replaced by silence so heavy it felt sacred.
When the haze cleared, Livia gasped. Before her stretched a place she had only ever heard of in whispered legends — the home of the Five Ancient Elders, a hidden sanctuary where time itself seemed to stand still.
It was breathtaking and terrifying all at once. The air was dense with old magic, humming softly beneath her skin, and the very ground beneath her feet pulsed with power that predated kingdoms.
Enormous stone structures rose high into the misty sky, covered with carved runes that glowed faintly with an ethereal light. The towering halls were woven with ancient vines and flowers that never withered, and the scent of rain and iron hung in the cool, still air.
