Chapter 70: Moonfang Past
The sun rose slowly, casting a golden light across the village.
The hounds rested near the gate, their massive bodies curled together like a wall of breathing fur. Some of the villagers still kept their distance, unsure if they were truly safe. But no one attacked. The beasts had proven themselves.
Caelen sat near the barn where the injured pup slept. The big alpha—Silverfang—watched him in silence. They hadn't spoken, not with words, but something passed between them. A kind of quiet understanding.
Caelen leaned back, arms behind his head.
"You saw something in us," he said. "But... what happened to you?"
Silverfang stood, padded over, and sat beside him. The large beast lowered his head and let out a deep, slow growl—not a threat, but something else.
A memory.
Then Caelen heard it.
The wind changed.
Suddenly, it was no longer morning in the village.
The air smelled of blood and fire.