Chapter 803: Hello, Mother
Wolves moved silently through the woods.
They were shadows given form, their paws pressing into the snow with barely a sound. The cold air carried the scent of pine and frost. The trees stood like silent sentinels, their branches heavy with snow, their shadows stretching long across the white ground, blocking the rays of the sun.
A huge wolf led the small group, his silver-black fur blending with the darkness of the forest. The crescent moon-shaped mark on his forehead was visible even in the light. Noctis moved with a predator's grace, his eyes scanning the path ahead, his massive body coiled with restrained power.
Beside him, a black wolf ran with silver eyes. Yuma's gaze was unseeing, but her other senses were razor-sharp. She could hear the distant crunch of boots on snow, the low murmur of voices, the steady rhythm of an army on the move. She could smell the sweat of the Enclave warriors.
