" Neither should we nor the forest; it does not sleep."
Aria's words spread over the area as the packs assembled once again. The weight of the trials they had gone through permeated the air, yet something persisted—a discomfort neither Luca nor the competing alpha could overlook.
Elder Myra moved forward, tired shadows in her eyes. Though its message was plain, the forest has only offered tranquilly for now. One is walking on thin ground; another storm is building. There has to be disclosed a fresh prophecy.
Luca crossed his arms, his voice somewhat annoyed. "Still another prophecy?" The previous one we barely survived. The forest expects us to bear how much more? "
Aria rested a hand on his arm to relax him. "We have to hear it if the prophecy has more to offer. Ignoring it will not make it go away.
Still apprehensive but unwillingly helpful, the rival alpha said, "If the forest wants us to know anything, it won't stop until we listen. Let us thus hear it, elder.
