Chapter 36 The Shadow's Subtle Grip

• The fragile peace that settled over the werewolf territories after the Nexus Point's destruction was short-lived. The Shadow Weaver, crippled but not defeated, began to spread its influence like a creeping blight, a far more insidious and widespread offensive.
• Its tactics shifted from direct, overt aggression to subtle manipulation, weaving itself into the very fabric of pack relations. Old grudges flared with unnatural intensity, trusted advisors began to sow seeds of paranoia, and minor disputes between neighboring packs escalated into full-blown territorial standoffs without clear provocation.
• Elara felt the shift, a growing dissonance in the energetic currents of the world. It was like a faint, insidious hum beneath the surface, whispering doubts, amplifying fears, making every interaction fraught with unspoken tension. Liam, tirelessly working in his study, had developed a rudimentary ritual based on his ancient texts, a small, silver-infused amulet that would glow faintly in the presence of concentrated Shadow Weaver residue.