“Hurry, get in position. These troops take the east wing, Luca, take some warriors down to the west wing, Heron—the south wing. I will attack in the north.” Darca portioned accurately and they all nodded. The werewolf warriors were already in motion, their bodies tense, senses sharpened. Steel glinted beneath leather armor. Spears were gripped. Bows were drawn tight. Then the trees split open Dark soldiers, faceless and cloaked in shadow, poured through the mist like spilled ink.“Now!” . Darca roared, His voice echoed, and in a breath, the warriors shifted Bones cracked. Spines arched. Fangs tore through gums and fur exploded over skin. What had been a dozen men and women now stood as wolves—tall, broad, and burning with fury.They charged. Claws raked across armored flesh. Fangs found soft targets—throats, joints, tendons. One wolf tackled a dark soldier into the roots of a tree, ripping its mask away to find only smoke beneath. Arrows flew from the treeline—sharp, fast, si
ISABELLA. “She!!!.” We were surprised, it was not like we had a specific gender in mind for the fourth descendant. “When do we leave for Mount Nýxmir?.” Sean asked, his gaze focused on Vael, who had his attention on Naria. “By sunrise I presume. We don’t have much time left by our side, right?.” “Yes, we don’t.” Naria replied with a more serious look. Vael gave her a smile and that was the last straw, “Vael, I want to speak with you privately.” Sean’s voice came out as a growl, his jaw tightened and his gaze burning fiercely, Vael nodded and stood up leading the way. They both left the temple and I could finally breathe, my gaze lingered on the door they walked out of, trying to concentrate and hearing what they were saying but it seems Sean blocked me out, I could only hear whispers and whimpers of pain. Naria frowned, I guess she could hear it too, she stood up and stormed off through that same door. I averted my gaze from her to my right and there Isaiah was sitting
ISABELLA. “She!!!.” We were surprised, it was not like we had a specific gender in mind for the fourth descendant. “When do we leave for Mount Nýxmir?.” Sean asked, his gaze focused on Vael, who had his attention on Naria. “By sunrise I presume. We don’t have much time left by our side, right?.” “Yes, we don’t.” Naria replied with a more serious look. Vael gave her a smile and that was the last straw, “Vael, I want to speak with you privately.” Sean’s voice came out as a growl, his jaw tightened and his gaze burning fiercely, Vael nodded and stood up leading the way. They both left the temple and I could finally breathe, my gaze lingered on the door they walked out of, trying to concentrate and hearing what they were saying but it seems Sean blocked me out, I could only hear whispers and whimpers of pain. Naria frowned, I guess she could hear it too, she stood up and stormed off through that same door. I averted my gaze from her to my right and there Isaiah was sitting
SEAN “Are you sure we are at the right place?” Isabella whispered into my ears, her hot breath fanned my neck and I shivered, my heart racing and I knew I made a mistake agreeing to ride with Isabella. “Sean.” My name rolled out of her tongue smoothly and I growled softly, it’s been weeks I heard my name from her mouth and I wanted her to repeat it but I need to focus, I shook my head slightly. “We are here.” I replied coldly, masking every reaction into dust. She noticed the switch and refrained from speaking further. We all came down from the horses, coming together, Stone steps led upward, vanishing into snowfall that glittered unnaturally, like stars scattered on earth.We were being guided.No one spoke. Not Isabella , not Naria or Isaiah. We felt it—the pull in our blood, the instinct deeper than instinct and we followed.The climb was long, yet our bodies didn't feel tired or sore. The cold wind biting down harshly on our skin and we couldn’t help but shudder, Somethin
SEAN. “I saw Ethan in my illusion.” I heard Naria say beside me, her voice filled with guilt and sadness. I glanced at her face, without saying a word, I didn’t know how to comfort her the way she does to me. “It’s only an illusion meant to fill you up with guilt and anguish.” I finally said with a steady voice after few minutes of silence. “I wish I could see him again, even if it’s one last time.” “What if he’s dead?.” I asked with raised brows and she shot me a soft glare. “Ethan is not dead.” She defended, “I can feel it, even if he was banished into the forbidden temple and it’s been two years now, I strongly believe he’s still alive.” I nodded in agreement, it was not necessary to argue with her, if she believes her lover was alive then so be it. We have been riding through rocky terrain for some hours now, the scorching sun beating down on us. “Is everything going well with you two?.” Naria nudged my shoulder and I need no one to tell me who the other person was. “I
SEAN.“You’re safe now.”Isabella stared at me with her glowing brown eyes, I had just spoken to her.My voice was back, I couldn’t believe it, I just hope it’s not a dumb trick being played on me. I stood up from her body and raised her up carefully, she muttered a thank you and put in some distance between us like my touch burned her and it made my jaw tighten.I frowned at her reaction, I literally just saved her life, when I woke up, i couldn’t find anyone —just me there, I found myself in a dark alley being attacked by own reflection, and when I thought I was going to be killed, I was transported to another realm, back to Cresce