Chapter 137 The Whisper War

　　The air around the mountain was thick with unease, vibrating with an energy no one could see but everyone could feel. The Prime Wolf’s jaw had finally cracked open, releasing a soundless roar into the world, and though no words were spoken, the effect was undeniable. A whispering voice began to fill the air, creeping through the very earth itself. It wasn’t a voice that formed sentences or spoke with clarity—it was an impulse, a primal suggestion. Surrender. Hunger. Obey. 　　Wolves across the continent began hearing it. It was subtle at first, like a shadow brushing the back of their minds, but soon it became louder, more persistent. Packs started turning on each other. Old rivalries that had lain dormant for years reignited. Suspicion spread like wildfire through the territories, igniting paranoia. Some wolves, feeling the call, went rogue, claiming that the “voice of the origin” was calling them home, urging them to embrace the power buried deep within the mountain. 　　The world arou