THIRD PERSON
Peace settles over the pack like a soft breath. No alarms. No tension. Just quiet.
But sometimes, peace brings something else. Truth.
THE PULL OF THE PAST
It begins at the lake. The same place where everything always seems to awaken.
Elara stands at the edge, her reflection staring back at her. Silver hair. Golden eyes. A warrior.
But today, something feels off.
A faint pulse hums against her chest. Her hand rises slowly, to the pendant. The pendant. The one she never took off. The one that survived everything.
As her fingers close around it, the world shifts. Not violently. But deeply.
The lake ripples, though no wind touches it. Elara’s breath catches. And then, memories flood in. Not recent ones. Not clear ones. Old. Buried. Hidden.
FLASHBACK
A house. Warm. Fil
