Adira stared at the note, her fingers trembling. "Daughter of the Eclipse. Come home." The words burned into her mind like a brand.
"What does it mean?" Lucian asked, trying to sit up despite his wounds.
"I don't know." But deep inside, something stirred—a memory so distant it felt like someone else's life. Yellow eyes like Fenrir's, looking down at her. A strong hand holding hers. A whispered promise: "One day, you'll return."
Magnus shifted uncomfortably. "Should I gather the pack council?"
"No," Lucian said firmly. "Not yet. We need to understand what this means first." His eyes met Adira's. "Whatever it is, we'll face it together."
Dawn broke over the damaged pack grounds. Adira helped Eira tend to the wounded, moving from one injured wolf to another. The battle had left many with deep gashes and broken bones. The pack's strength was severely weakened.
"Here," Eira handed Adira a bowl of green paste. "Apply this to the deeper wounds. It will stop infection."
