As the last echoes of the Shadow of Oblivion faded, and the Source of Primeval Magic pulsed with its full healing glow, Lyra felt the weight of the entire world lift from her shoulders. She fell to her knees, her body trembling with exhaustion, but in her heart, she felt immense, all-encompassing joy. The battle was won.
Kaelan and Elara immediately rushed to her side, helping her to her feet. Their faces were weary, but their eyes shone with triumph. "You did it, Luna," Kaelan said, his voice full of pride. "You saved us all."
Lyra looked at the Source of Primeval Magic – a lake of liquid, green light. It was now pure, pulsating with life, sending waves of healing energy across the entire planet. The air in the cave was crisp and fresh, as if spring had arrived after a long winter.
Behind them stood werewolves from all the united packs: Karkan from the Desert Pack, Boreas from the Ice Pack, Varg from the Black Forest Pack (now with regained, bright eyes), and many others whose faces were filled with gratitude and respect. Their fur shone in the light of the Source, and in their eyes, there was no longer a shadow of emptiness or hatred.
"It's thanks to you," Lyra said, her voice quiet but clear. "We united. And the Song of Life… resonates fully again."
Aeris spoke to Lyra in her mind, her voice now stronger and brighter than ever: Well done, Luna. The Song of Life is complete again. But this is not the end of the journey. This is just the beginning of a new era. An era in which you will be the guardians of balance.
Lyra felt Primeval Magic flow through her, stronger than ever. She felt connected to all bastions, to all packs, to every living creature on the planet. She felt the Song of Life spreading across the world, awakening dormant memories, healing old wounds, and restoring bonds.
In the following days, in the Source Cave, Lyra, Kaelan, and Elara, supported by the Alphas of all packs, began the process of restoring the world to balance. From the Source of Primeval Magic, they drew energy to strengthen the bastions and spread the Song of Life to every corner of the planet.
The City of Whispers regained its brilliance, its inhabitants singing again. The desert bloomed in some places, and the Desert Pack werewolves became messengers of the Song. The Ice Pack opened its mountains to the world, and their indifference gave way to an open heart. The Black Forest Pack began the process of healing its Heart of the Forest, and their hatred turned into a determination to protect life.
Memories returned to humans and animals across the planet. Those that had been erased returned with clarity. Those that had been distorted were corrected. The world began to heal.
Lyra convened all Alphas and representatives of all packs for a meeting in the Source Cave. This was a new Council. Together, they established the principles of a new era – an era of cooperation, mutual respect, and the protection of the Song of Life. Guardians of the Source were chosen – one from each pack – to care for its purity and teach future generations about Primeval Magic.
Lyra, though she was the Blood Moon Luna, refused to be the sole ruler. She believed in balance and cooperation. "The Song of Life is our shared responsibility," she said. "We don't need one ruler. We need unity."
Kaelan, who stood by her side, was her right hand, advisor, and support. Elara, with her knowledge of history and ancient paths, became a wise scholar and messenger between the packs.
The only unresolved issue was Seraphina's disappearance. Lyra often looked at the spot where she vanished, feeling a mixture of sadness and unsettling peace. Aeris no longer gave guidance regarding Seraphina, but Lyra felt that this story was not yet over. The Shadow of Oblivion, though repelled, left a scar. And Seraphina's conscious choice to sink into darkness was unsettling. Would she ever return? Would others follow in her footsteps?
But now, in this moment of triumph, Lyra decided to focus on the future. The world began to rebuild. New life blossomed. Werewolves rediscovered their identity and their place in the world. Old conflicts gave way to understanding.
One day, Lyra stood over the Source of Primeval Magic, feeling its warm pulse. She understood that her mission was over, but her role as Luna continued. It was no longer about fighting an enemy, but about nurturing peace and harmony.
She looked at Kaelan, whose smile was now calm and radiant. She looked at Elara, who was writing in her notebook, capturing a new history. She looked at the united packs, who were building a new world.
From her heart flowed a Song – not a Song of battle, but a Song of hope, a Song of renewal, a Song of a new era. It was the most beautiful Song she had ever heard. It was the Song of Life, destined to resonate forever in the hearts of all beings.