Chapter 169 The Ancient Packlands

• ~ Elara ~
• The air around me had changed, growing denser with each step I took toward the ancient packlands. The trees seemed taller, their gnarled roots twisting beneath the earth, and the wind carried an eerie whisper that chilled me to the bone. Magic pulsed here, thick and potent, wrapping around me like an invisible force, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that the land itself was watching me.
• I was weary—more exhausted than I’d ever been—but there was no turning back. Every muscle in my body screamed for rest, my legs trembling beneath me, but the fire of my resolve kept me moving forward. Draven was out there, closer than ever, and I couldn’t afford to fail now. Not when everything I’d fought for depended on reaching him in time.