78: Pack attack

Rune’s POV

I woke up the next morning feeling more energized than I had in months. It was as if a weight had been lifted off my chest, and for the first time, I could breathe again. The meeting with the prophetess lingered in my mind, her words echoing in my thoughts.

‘Only Alora could break the curse.”

I didn't know the full extent of what that meant, but I knew one thing: I had to find her. Wherever she was, whatever it took, I would bring her back. She must come back home.

The surge of energy I felt now was something I hadn’t experienced in a long time. It coursed through my veins, igniting a determination that pushed me out of bed and into action.

I wasn’t going to wait around for more packs to fall or for the curse to sink its claws deeper into my life. I was going to track Alora down, even if it meant going to the ends of the earth.

Sienna had started avoiding me, which was for her own good. In the mood I was in, I didn’t know what I’d do if she crossed my path. I might end