"Indeed," Elara nodded, stepping closer. Her eyes, deep pools reflecting centuries of wisdom, locked onto mine. "Remember the proverb of the ancient guardians: 'In the heart of darkness, the light of a single flame can hold the terrors at bay.'"

"Light...," I murmured, letting the metaphor seep into my soul. A leader must be that flame, unwavering, even when shrouded by uncertainty.

"Your spirit, your resolve, they are the beacon for our pack," Elara continued. "When you shine, we all find the ...