I followed, my eyes taking in everything around me. The buildings were structured with purpose. Clean lines. Solid foundations. Nothing extravagant, but everything… formidable.
“This is the Direwolf Pack,” he continued.
I exhaled slowly.
“I’ve heard of it,” I admitted.
He glanced at me. “Then you know.”
I nodded. Everyone knew. Even if they didn’t talk about it openly.
The Direwolf Pack was one of the strongest packs on the continent. Some even whispered it was the strongest. Rogues avoided their territory. Bandits feared crossing their borders.
And yet, despite all that power… They remained lowkey.
“I didn’t expect it to feel like this,” I said quietly.
“Like what?”
“Calm.”
He looked at me for a moment before speaking.
“Power doesn’t always need to be loud to be real.”
Word of my arrival spread quickly. But unlike the Foreshadow Pack… There were no whispers. No pitying looks. No judgment. Just curiosity. And something else… Respect.
“She’s the one Elder Elisse sent,” I heard someone say.
“That means she’s important.”
“Treat her well.”
It was… strange. I wasn’t used to it.