The forest was alive with movement. Wolves ran in coordinated formations, leaping over fallen trees and weaving between glowing silver barriers Nyra had conjured. Their growls and howls harmonized, a living symphony of strength and loyalty.
Nyra stood at the center of the training ground, silver energy pulsing from her veins like a heartbeat. Kael shifted beside her, golden eyes sharp, watching for any misstep.
"Focus on precision," Nyra instructed, gesturing as a pack of young wolves darted through a sequence of silver constructs. "Control your instincts. Let your mind guide your body. Power without mastery is dangerous."
Kael growled low, stepping beside her. "And remember," he added, "trust each other. The pack moves as one, or we fall apart."
The youngest wolves stumbled, hesitating under the intensity of the exercise. Nyra knelt, placing her hand on the nearest pup's head. "It's okay. Fear is natural. But courage… courage comes from knowing you are never alone."
Her silver light flared, forming a protective dome around the struggling wolves, showing them both the warmth of her power and the control it demanded. Even the skeptics who had doubted her now watched with respect.
Later, as the pack rested, Nyra sat with Kael beside the river. Reflections of silver and crimson danced on the water, mirroring the Blood Moon above.
"I've been having visions again," Nyra said softly, voice tinged with unease. "Images of my bloodline… powers, battles, and places I've never been. I think Lucien is just part of the story — there's more I need to uncover."
Kael's brow furrowed, concern shadowing his golden eyes. "Visions? Dangerous ones?"
Nyra shook her head. "Not dangerous… enlightening. But I need to understand them. If the Blood Moon's prophecy is real, I have to know what's coming — not just for me, but for Shadowfang."
Kael's hand found hers, their fingers intertwining. "Then we uncover it together," he said firmly. "Nothing in this world will make you face it alone."
A sudden ripple of energy ran through the forest. Nyra's silver veins flared instinctively. The Shadow Wolf had been observing, hiding in the shadows, learning, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Nyra's pulse surged, a mix of excitement and caution. "It's back," she murmured. "And it's stronger. We can't ignore it anymore."
Kael's eyes hardened. "Then we prepare. The pack is ready, your power is ready… and we're together. That's all that matters."
The Blood Moon hung high, casting silver and crimson over Shadowfang territory. The heir's power had grown, the pack was stronger than ever, and yet, the forest whispered of challenges yet to come — battles, secrets, and the ever-looming presence of Lucien's shadow.