The flames around Elara pulsed like a heartbeat — alive, aware, and connected to something ancient deep within her. As the heat faded, she was left standing in a strange calm, her thoughts no longer fractured. For the first time, she could hear her past self — a whisper woven into her soul.
Kael watched her closely. "Elara… you look different."
"I feel different," she admitted. "Not broken. Not lost. Just… whole."
Ravynn nodded approvingly. "That power? That's you stepping into what you were always meant to be."
Suddenly, Elena dropped to one knee in the ashes. Her fingers traced the blackened earth where the Moonblood had shattered. Then she whispered a word the others barely heard: "It's rewritten."
Kael stepped forward. "What is?"
"The prophecy." Elena's eyes gleamed with silver light. "When the Moonblood touched her magic, it shifted the balance. The future is no longer fixed. The Flameborn's fate — her death, her sacrifice — it's changed."
A stunned silence followed.
Elara shook her head slowly. "I was always meant to die, wasn't I?"
"Yes," Elena confirmed. "In every vision, the Flameborn gave her life to bind the darkness. But now… something new has awakened in you. And it's rewriting everything we thought we knew."
Kael reached for Elara's hand, his grip firm. "Then we fight for that new future. One where you live. One where we both do."
Elara turned to face the altar, now cracked and blackened. "Vael wants to force the prophecy back on track. He thinks he can use me to reopen the old seals."
"But the seals were meant to hold back something worse," Ravynn said grimly. "The Void Pack. The first cursed wolves. If he breaks them—"
"Then the war won't just be between him and us," Kael finished. "It'll consume everything."
Elena stood slowly. "There's only one way to stop him now. You must find the original Moonstone — the one from your past life. Only it can seal the rift for good."
Elara nodded, determination burning in her chest. "Then that's what we'll do. We'll rewrite fate."
And as the pack turned to leave the Vale, the moon above shimmered — no longer di
stant, but watching… and waiting.