Lulu

The trek back from the Southern Swamps was an absolute killer, completely draining both my wolf and my magic. Still, I was clutching a small clay jar filled with the mud needed to shield my boy from the Dark Sorcerers’ spells.

But any relief I felt vanished the second I spotted a line of black vehicles parked right outside the main gates.

Standing guard there were a few wolves with that rigid, upright posture I knew all too well.

"Luna Lulu." A Sapphire Water gatekeeper rushed over, ...