KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

The charred earth beneath my boots was still warm, a grim reminder of the inferno that had raged through our lands mere hours ago. I stood there, amidst the ashen remnants of what had once been a verdant forest, my heart heavy with the weight of loss. Alpha King Jason, my stalwart husband, kept his hand firmly on my shoulder, while our son Eden's youthful gaze wandered over the landscape with a mixture of shock and resolve.

Elara Windrider, her own robes singed at the ...