Chapter 35 Chapter 35: The Forging of the New Pack

The Sunless Valley was a place of impossible colors. Here, the grass didn't grow toward a distant sun; it pulsed with a bioluminescent turquoise light that responded to the rhythm of our footsteps. The crystalline trees, which we came to call "Ghost Pines," hummed in a low, resonant frequency tha...

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