Chapter 63: Ancestral Secrets

Lyra's POV

The cave's damp chill seeps into my bones as I trace the ancient paintings with trembling fingers. Each image pulses with an otherworldly energy, as if the very history of our kind is trying to communicate across the vast expanse of time.

"Lyra, look at this," Elara's voice breaks through my reverie. She's crouched near the far wall, her face illuminated by a strange, silvery glow.

I make my way over, careful not to disturb the delicate ecosystem of the cave. As I draw closer, I realize the light isn't coming from any natural source – it's emanating from the wall itself.

"What is it?" I breathe, reaching out to touch the glowing surface.

The moment my fingers make contact, a jolt of energy surges through me. The cave disappears, replaced by a vivid vision of the past.

I see a clearing bathed in moonlight. Two figures stand facing each other – one, a massive wolf with eyes that burn like embers; the other, an ethereal being of impossible beauty, their skin shimmering with an