The sun rose over Silverwood.

Not red.

Not broken.

But whole.

The Bloodmoon’s shadow had passed, leaving the world quieter. Stronger.

For the first time in generations

The town and the wolves existed side by side.

But peace was never simple.

And power never settled easily.

Lyla stood at the edge of Silverwood, watching the morning unfold.

The town was awake now.

People walked the streets, glancing at the wolves with wary curiosity.

They didn’t ...