The wind was blowing with a chill touch on the skin of Aveline, Gabriel, and a small group of trusted allies followed the mysterious rogue elder to a place that looked uninhabited just outside the pack's borders. The forest was filled with tension, each rustling leaf a reminder of the danger that surrounded them.
The rogue elder, a rough figure with gray hair and sharp, calculating eyes, turned to face them. "Before we begin, you need to know: everything you've been told about the prophecy is a lie. And if we don't act now, it won't just be your child's life that's lost, it will be all of ours."
They gathered around a dying fire as the elder began to speak. His voice was filled with that of someone who had seen too much, every word was filled with urgency.
