The weight of the Watcher's warning hung heavy over the pack. Even as the forest slowly healed, a deeper uncertainty settled within them was the balance truly in their hands, or was it slipping through their fingers?

Lyla spent the morning in the Silver Grove, tracing her fingers over the ancient runes carved into the trees. They glowed faintly, their power still lingering, but she could feel something shifting beneath the surface. The forest was watching. Waiting.

Eli found her there, his ...