The shaman looked at them with deep sorrow, her ancient eyes reflecting centuries of wisdom and pain. "It's time for me to transition to the ethereal realm," she began, her voice carrying the weight of finality.
Voren remembered the story Kylie had told them. Everything began to go wrong at the Centenary pack after the death of their shaman, and sadly, they never got a replacement.
"No." Voren's voice was sharp, urgent. "You can't leave us. We need you, shaman." His hands clenched at his sides. "What can we do to make you stay?"
The shaman smiled, a genuine one that softened her features. Voren's demand touched her heart, the sincerity in his voice warming something deep within her.
"Because you have accepted, in spite of how powerful you are, that you still need guidance..." She paused, her eyes closing again. The silence stretched for at least two minutes before she opened them, her gaze clear and certain. "Your mother will take my place."
