Chapter 60Renewed Sense Of DeterminationFiona’s POVThe wind howled through the trees as I made my way to the designated meeting point. The dense forest seemed darker than usual, the canopy above blocking out the moonlight and casting eerie shadows across the path. Despite the chill in the air, a bead of sweat traced down my spine. The encounter with the Primordials was more than just a strategic move; it was an emotional battlefield. Every step I took felt heavy with the weight of uncertainty and the ever-present threat that lingered in our lives.The forest clearing where the meeting was to take place was eerily quiet. The only sounds were the crunch of leaves underfoot and the distant hoot of an owl. I glanced around, scanning the area for any signs of danger or ambush. The feeling of being watched was almost palpable, a reminder that we were entering a delicate and potentially deadly negotiation.As I approached the clearing, I saw a figure standing in the middle, cloaked in sha
Chapter 61Shadows in the LightFiona's POVAs dawn broke through the dense canopy of the forest, I felt an unusual sense of heaviness in the air. The meeting with Seraphina still lingered in my mind, her words echoing like a haunting melody. There was a new weight to everything now, a sense that our lives were intertwined with forces far older and more dangerous than we had imagined. The ancient magic she spoke of, tied to our bloodline, was a terrifying mystery. One we had little choice but to unravel.I glanced around the camp, taking in the quiet bustle of the pack as they prepared for the day ahead. Despite everything, there was a comforting routine to our mornings—members gathering firewood, preparing food, and sharpening weapons. It was the normalcy we clung to, even as the world around us seemed to shift with every passing moment.Quinton caught my eye from across the camp, his expression a mix of concern and resolve. He’d been my anchor through all of this, his strength and d
Chapter 62 The Burden of Blood Fiona's POV I woke up with a start, the familiar sensation of dread tightening in my chest. It was early morning, but the thick canopy of trees above cast long shadows across the camp, making it seem like the world hadn’t quite decided whether it was ready for daylight. The air was damp with the early mist, and the cool breeze sent shivers down my spine.I sat up, trying to shake off the remnants of a dream that was quickly fading from my mind. Quinton lay next to me, his chest rising and falling steadily. For a moment, I let myself relax, taking comfort in the sight of him at peace. But that sense of calm was short-lived. The reality of everything we were up against crashed back down on me like a wave.The pack was scattered, hunting down leads, searching for any signs of the new threat that had emerged. The ominous presence of the witch, Arlena, was still fresh in my mind. She had made it clear that she wasn’t going to give up until she had what
Chapter 63 The Hunter in the Shadows Quinton's POV The forest was unusually quiet. Too quiet. Every step I took felt amplified in the silence as if the trees themselves were holding their breath, waiting for something to happen. Fiona walked beside me, her eyes sharp and alert, though I could feel the weight she carried pressing down on her. I wanted to ease that burden, to take some of it away, but how could I when I didn’t even know what lay ahead? Arlena was still out there, lurking like a shadow that refused to be chased away, and each passing day felt like we were falling deeper into her trap. The rogue’s death earlier that morning had only intensified the tension, sending a chilling message: she was getting closer. “Do you think she’s watching us right now?” Fiona’s voice broke through my thoughts. Her gaze scanned the trees, her body tense as if she was expecting something to jump out at any second. “She’s always watching,” I replied, my voice low. “That’s what s
Chapter 64Beneath the SurfaceFiona’s POVThe camp had settled into a restless quiet, the kind that filled the spaces between heartbeats and made the silence itself feel oppressive. The aftershocks of the recent attack still reverberated through our pack, their echoes settling heavily in the atmosphere. I couldn’t shake the sense of unease that clung to me like a second skin.Lying in my tent, I stared at the canvas ceiling, the thoughts of our recent battles and the mysterious forces at play swirling in my mind. Despite the exhaustion that tugged at my limbs, sleep was elusive. The weight of the recent violence, the unanswered questions, and the looming threat of whatever lay in wait for us made it impossible to find solace.I rose from my bedroll, careful not to make a sound. The cool night air greeted me as I stepped outside, a welcome change from the stifling heat of the tent. I moved quietly through the camp, the flickering firelight casting long shadows across the ground. Every
Chapter 65Threads of FateFiona’s POVThe dawn broke with a cold, gray light that filtered through the trees, casting a muted glow over the camp. The tranquility of early morning was deceptive, masking the tension that lingered in the air like a storm cloud waiting to burst. I could sense it even before I emerged from my tent—the weight of uncertainty pressing heavily on everyone.I dressed quickly, pulling on my gear with automatic movements. The events of the previous day seemed to have accelerated the urgency of our situation, and I was eager to start the day. The sooner we could gather information and prepare, the better.As I stepped outside, I was greeted by the sight of the camp slowly coming to life. Some pack members were already gathered around the central fire, their conversations hushed and cautious. I could see the worry etched on their faces, a reflection of the anxiety that had become a constant companion for all of us.I made my way toward the gathering, hoping to off
Chapter 66Shadows in the DarkQuinton's POVThe firelight flickered in front of me, casting long shadows that danced eerily against the trees surrounding the camp. My mind raced with thoughts of the symbols we had found earlier. Despite Fiona’s insistence that we were on the right track, the sense of unease I felt refused to subside. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something much darker and more dangerous lurked beneath the surface.The pack gathered around the fire, discussing strategies and possible interpretations of the symbols. Everyone was on edge, but Fiona remained calm, her focus unwavering as she studied the crude carvings in a notebook we’d brought back. It was one of the things I admired most about her—her ability to keep a clear head under pressure. Yet, even with her calm presence, I could sense the weight of what we were up against starting to creep in.“Quinton.” Fiona’s voice broke through my thoughts, soft but urgent. She looked up from the notebook, her brow furr
Chapter 67UnbreakableQuinton's POVThe twisted wolves were relentless, their snarls and howls filling the air as they circled us like predators closing in for the kill. The tension was unbearable, the stench of their decay wafting around us, making it hard to breathe. Every inch of me screamed with the urge to protect Fiona, to tear apart any threat that dared to approach her. But no matter how many we brought down, more emerged from the shadows. They were feral, rabid, driven by something beyond hunger. It was as if their very existence was bound to something darker—something far worse than we had anticipated.I blocked a vicious bite aimed at my throat, kicking the creature back with all my strength. Its glowing eyes locked onto mine, twisted with rage and something far more sinister. These things weren’t like us. They weren’t even wolves. They were abominations, their bodies broken and deformed, corrupted by whatever twisted magic had brought them to life.I slashed at another on