Chapter 79 Echoes And Omens

• Bobby traced her fingertips along the glowing pawprints, her pulse thundering against her ribcage. Sleep had eluded her completely after finding the mysterious trail, fragments of dreams bleeding into waking consciousness—silver light cascading through endless forests, howls that seemed to originate from her own throat, voices calling her name across impossible distances.
• "We should wake Gideon," her wolf whispered anxiously. "These prints... they're not from any ordinary creature."
• Dawn crept through the mountain peaks as Bobby knelt beside the largest print, nearly twice the size of her own transformed pawpad. The luminescent glow hadn't faded overnight—if anything, the ethereal light pulsed stronger now, as though responding to her proximity. Each print formed a deliberate path leading deeper into the ancient forest, where mist clung to towering pines like ghostly fingers.