Adrian's POV
The oracle's chamber smelled of dried herbs and burnt incense, thick with smoke that curled like snakes from the bronze braziers lining the walls. The place was carved deep into the mountain, its stones damp with age, etched with markings older than any pack lore I knew. I had walked these tunnels before, as a boy, when the elders brought me here to hear prophecies I barely understood. Now, as Alpha, with the weight of memory clawing its way back into my skull, the shadows felt heavier. Each step echoed like a warning.
