Alpha of Alphas and The gifted devine wolf.

The journey to Shadow Valley is thick with tension.

The land feels ancient, as if the very soil remembers battles fought and betrayals whispered in the dark.

Jagged cliffs enclose the valley like silent watchers, their dark silhouettes barely visible against the moonlit sky.

A river snakes through the clearing, its sluggish flow reflecting the pale glow of the moon, giving the illusion of a silver blade cutting through the earth.

The air here carries an eerie stillness, untouched by the usual sounds of the night. No insects hum. No owls hoot. Even the wind seems hesitant to stir.

The moment Ace, Kieran, and their group step into Shadow Valley, an eerie stillness blankets the air.

The land feels like a place that has witnessed too much, battlefields drenched in old blood, oaths broken under moonlit skies, and ghosts of grudges that refuse to be buried.