Chapter 46 The Path Of Shadows

• Dawn was a pale smear on the horizon, but the air was heavy, thick with anticipation. Every wolf in the Temple Keep could feel it—the subtle pull of the Abyss, like a dark tide rising beneath their feet.
• Preparations for the journey to Mirror Hollow were underway.
• Scouts moved with tense efficiency, relaying messages between allied packs. Warriors sharpened blades, reinforced armor, and whispered prayers to gods long forgotten. The scent of iron and earth mingled with the acrid tang of magic.