Time no longer passed the way it used to.

There were no divine clocks, no sacred moons marking cycles. There was only sunrise and sleep, love and labor, birth and burial.

Kael and I learned to live within that rhythm. The immortal echo that once guided us became soft, folded into mortal years.

We built homes from stone and wood, not bones and fire.

The old wolves grew gray, then gone. Their pups became people.

Iron Howl changed too not a fortress anymore, but a city with walls that breathed. ...