The trial

The weight of the revelations still hung heavily on Timbre’s shoulders as she made her way back to the main hall, her mind spinning with the images she had seen in the vision. The rise and fall of the forgotten wolves played over and over again in her head, each scene more haunting than the last. The echo of their destruction, the devastation they had wrought upon the land, clung to her thoughts like a persistent shadow. She couldn’t help but wonder: would she follow the same path as her ancestors, consumed by the power that now thrummed through her veins? Or would she be able to control it, to wield it without falling prey to its destructive potential?As she entered the hall, she was greeted by Xavier, who stood at the far end of the room. His tall, imposing figure radiated authority, but there was a softness in his eyes when they landed on her. He had been waiting for her.“Timbre,” he said, his voice calm but laced with concern. “Alison told me what happened. You saw them, didn’t yo