Elder Soren spoke above the noise. "If the Wanderers are this close, that means they're scouting. It means they're preparing to attack."
Eirene's voice cut through the rising panic. "Then it's true. The crimson moon wasn't a blessing but an omen—a divine warning. The spirits are angry. The curse of multiple bonds has angered the spirits, and now they send these creatures as punishment."
Her words stirred unease. A few elders nodded nervously, while others muttered under their breath.
Aveloria clenched her fists but kept her tone calm. "This isn't divine punishment, Stepmother. It's a strategy. The Wanderers have always sought to weaken Lycanthria. They're testing our borders, not our faith."
Eirene turned toward her with a cold smile. "And yet, the timing is curious. Ever since you discovered your multiple bonds, chaos seems to follow."
