Rowan
The city sprawled in front of us like something out of an old tale.
Even with the myths I had heard about hidden settlements like this, I had always assumed they were small, desperate clusters of rogues scraping by in forgotten corners.
Not a sprawling civilisation.
"What did you expect for settlements centuries old," my wolf crept into my mind. "They wouldn't remain small forever."
My eyes traced the towering structures, the bridges connecting buildings across impossible gaps, the streets layered upon streets descending into the glowing depths. The crystals embedded in every surface cast the whole place in warm light, and the distant hum of voices and movement drifted up to where we crouched.
Thousands of wolves lived here. Maybe more. Very possibly more.
And no Supreme Alpha knew.
The thought should have unsettled me. Instead, I felt something closer to admiration.
This was amazing for them to have pulled it off without our awareness.
I glanced at Violet.
