The small tent was quiet.
Outside, Felisara Village was slowly returning to normal. The villagers had begun cleaning the damaged houses, gathering supplies, and checking on their neighbors, while the five transformed wolves, going around to remember their names.
Although the fear left behind by the Uldrien Wolves had not completely disappeared, the atmosphere was different from before.
They now had a saviour.
And as long as Aiden Nightshade stood beside them, many villagers believed they could finally sleep without fearing that someone would come to take their loved ones away.
Inside one of the smaller tents, a mother sat with her son on her lap.
Naya faced her, his little arms wrapped around her waist while she held him tightly against her chest. Her fingers gently brushed through his hair, occasionally touching his cheeks as though she still needed to reassure herself that he was truly there.
Her eyes were red.
