Chapter 32 Council Of The Forgotten

• Chapter 32 – Council of the Forgotten
• The rogue encampment stretched across the abandoned valley like a coiled beast waiting to strike. Fires burned low, casting flickering shadows on the weathered tents and rough-hewn banners. The air was thick with the scent of iron, leather, and something older — a magic that had not stirred in decades.
• Kieran stood at Lena’s side beneath the largest tent, his expression grim. Before them, warriors and leaders who had long been forgotten by the organized packs were gathering — called by whispers and secret messengers.