My hands were still trembling when we returned to Silverwood. The aftermath of our encounter with the resurrected ancestor and Alaric’s terrifying new power lingered in my mind, a dark cloud of fear and uncertainty. But beneath that fear, something else had begun to stir—an awakening, a surge of energy I couldn’t explain. As we reached the entrance to the pack house, Rowan shot me a concerned glance. “Sera, you need to rest. You’ve been through too much tonight.” I nodded absentmindedly, but rest was the last thing on my mind. My entire body was humming with an energy I didn’t understand. It felt like a current running through my veins, making my heart race and my senses heighten. I knew something had changed, something deep inside me, but I wasn’t sure what it was or how to control it. “I’ll be fine,” I murmured, more to myself than to Rowan. “I just need a moment to… process everything.” Bella, still pale and shaken, placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. “We’re here for you,
I paced the length of the war room, my thoughts racing. The revelation from Alaric’s letter had set me on edge, but it wasn’t just the threat of war that gnawed at me. It was something deeper—something wrong with the very fabric of time. The days had begun to blur together, a strange sense of déjà vu creeping into my mind as if I had lived through these events before. “Rowan, are you sure about this?” I asked, turning to face him. He was standing by the map table, his brow furrowed as he studied the ancient symbols that now marked our territory. “I’m sure,” Rowan replied, though his voice was laced with uncertainty. “The signs are all there, Sera. The symbols, the repeating patterns… This isn’t just some clever strategy by Alaric. It’s something much older, much darker.” “But a time loop?” Bella interjected from where she sat on the edge of the table. “That’s… impossible, isn’t it?” Gideon, who had been silent up until now, shook his head. “Not impossible. Just rare. And extr
I stood at the edge of the forest, the night air thick with tension. The moon hung heavy above, casting an eerie glow over the trees, their shadows stretching long and dark across the ground. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears like a war drum. I could feel the weight of what was coming, the inevitable clash that would decide the fate of everything I held dear.* "Are you ready, Sera?" Rowan's voice was steady, but I could hear the undercurrent of concern. He stood beside me, his eyes scanning the treeline, every muscle in his body taut with anticipation. "As ready as I'll ever be," I replied, forcing my voice to remain calm. Inside, though, a storm raged. The power within me—newly awakened and still wild—simmered beneath the surface, itching to be unleashed. But I had to control it, harness it, or risk everything. I glanced back at the pack gathered behind us. They were a mix of familiar faces and new allies, all brought together by the dire circumstance
The air was thick with the scent of blood and the sound of battle—the clash of weapons, the guttural growls of wolves in their primal forms, the cries of the wounded. It was chaos, pure and unrelenting, and yet in the middle of it all, I stood frozen, unable to tear my eyes away from the stranger who had saved me."Who… who are you?" I managed to gasp out, my voice trembling as the world around us seemed to slow to a standstill.The stranger's grip on my hand tightened, pulling me to my feet. Their eyes, sharp and familiar, bore into mine with an intensity that both terrified and reassured me. This wasn’t a time for explanations; it was a time for action."You don’t need to know that right now," they said, their voice firm, steady. "All you need to know is that I’m here to help. But we don’t have much time. The battle isn’t over."I wanted to argue, to demand answers, but the urgency in their tone wouldn’t allow it. I nodded, shaking off the lingering fear, and focused on the task at
The dawn broke over Silverwood, casting a pale light over the battlefield that had been our world for what felt like an eternity. The air was heavy with the scent of smoke and blood, but beneath it all, there was a sense of quiet relief—a stillness that came only after the fiercest storm. The shadows that had threatened to consume us had finally retreated, leaving behind the faintest traces of their presence, like scars on the landscape.But we were alive. We had survived.And now, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thinning clouds, it was time to rebuild."We need to gather the survivors," I said, my voice rough from exhaustion. I glanced around at the faces of those who had fought beside me—Rowan, Lysa, Gideon. Each of them bore the marks of the battle we had just endured, but there was a flicker of hope in their eyes that hadn’t been there before. "We can’t let this break us. Silverwood will rise again."Rowan nodded, his expression determined. "I’ll start organiz
The dawn light filtered through the trees, casting a soft, golden glow over Silverwood. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions, battles, and revelations. But as I stood on the ridge overlooking the heart of our territory, I felt something I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in a long time—hope.Hope for the future. Hope for Silverwood. Hope for us all."We’ve come a long way," Rowan said, stepping up beside me. His voice was steady, but there was an underlying tone of relief, as if he too was finally able to breathe after the storm we had weathered.I nodded, my eyes scanning the horizon. "We have. And it’s not over yet."Rowan turned to face me, his expression softening. "No, it’s not. But we’re stronger now. We’re ready for whatever comes next.""I’ve never felt more certain of that," I replied, a small smile tugging at my lips. "It’s strange, isn’t it? After everything we’ve been through, after all the loss and pain… I feel stronger. More certain of who I am, and what I n
The morning air was crisp, carrying with it the scent of pine and earth, but there was something unsettling about the way the wind whispered through the trees. It was as if the forest itself was warning me of the storm to come. My gut churned with unease, the sense of impending doom that had been gnawing at me since last night’s encounter with the mysterious figure refusing to fade. The peace we had fought so hard to achieve was fragile, and deep down, I knew it was about to shatter.“Sera!” Lysa’s voice broke through my thoughts as she approached me, her brow furrowed with concern. “You’re up early. Couldn’t sleep?”I shook my head, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. “Something’s not right, Lysa. I can feel it.”She looked around, as if expecting the source of my unease to reveal itself, but everything seemed quiet—too quiet. “What do you mean?”“There’s a tension in the air,” I replied, my voice low. “Something’s coming, and I don’t think we’re ready for it.”Lysa bit her lip,
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over Silverwood as I made my way to the old archives hidden deep within the heart of the pack’s territory. The revelation about my siblings had left me shaken, but there was something else—something more sinister—that I needed to understand before confronting them. The symbol I’d found haunted my thoughts, a connection to a past I barely understood. It was time to dig deeper, to uncover the secrets that had been buried for centuries.The door to the archives creaked as I pushed it open, the musty scent of aged paper and ancient wood filling my senses. The room was dimly lit, the shadows dancing along the walls as I stepped inside. Shelves upon shelves of old tomes and scrolls lined the walls, containing the history of our pack—its triumphs, its tragedies, and its darkest secrets.I knew what I was looking for, but finding it among the countless records was another matter. The symbol—the mark of a forbidden alliance—had to be docu