Batista – Point of View
I never thought I'd see this place again.
The wind felt different on this side of the border—colder, harsher... like it remembered me. The trees, the hills, the very soil under my boots—it all whispered my name, like a ghost from the past trying to pull me back into memories I wasn't ready to face.
I stood at the edge of the territory with Rain by my side, Eric just behind us, Mira and Kael flanking the others. Around us, fifty of our most loyal warriors had returned with us—alongside over a hundred wolves from the Hollow Pack. Those ones... they were the lucky ones. They hadn't been cursed.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
Home.
Or at least, what used to be.
This land gave me life. It gave me strength.
And then it took everything.
My brother. My position. My name. My pride.
Victoria and Dan… they took it all from me.
But I'm not here to mourn.
I'm here to take it back.
How we got here? It's a long story.
