The moment I hit the cold stone floor, a sharp pain shot through my body, jolting me awake. I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the dim, otherworldly glow that illuminated the cavernous space around me. The light pulsed gently, emanating from ancient symbols carved into the walls, casting eerie shadows that seemed to dance and shift.Where am I?A low hum filled the air, vibrating through my bones. I pushed myself up onto my elbows, wincing as I took in my surroundings. The chamber was vast, its ceiling lost in darkness, but the symbols on the walls told me everything I needed to know: I was in the heart of Silverwood, the core of the forest’s power.And I wasn’t alone."Sera..." The ancient voice from before echoed through the chamber, ethereal and disembodied. It was neither male nor female, but something beyond mortal understanding. "You have arrived at the place where destinies are forged.""Who are you?" I demanded, my voice trembling despite my efforts to stay composed. "W
I staggered out of the heart chamber, my body still humming with the residual energy of Silverwood’s core. My vision swam as the intense light faded behind me, leaving me standing in the dim, eerie quiet of the forest. Every muscle ached, and my mind buzzed with the remnants of the trial. The ancient voice, the flickering form of my parents, Alaric’s malevolent sneer—everything haunted my thoughts.But there was no time to rest. Silverwood was still under siege, and Alaric’s forces were growing bolder with each passing minute. I needed to get back to the pack, to find Rowan, Gideon, and the others. They needed to know what I had uncovered.I forced myself to move, pushing through the thick underbrush, the trees closing in around me like silent sentinels. The night was unnervingly still, as if the forest itself was holding its breath. I could sense something lurking just beyond my sight, an invisible presence that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.As I broke throu
My hands trembled as I clutched the ancient scroll, the rough parchment crackling under my fingers. The words inscribed on it were old, yet they pulsed with a dark energy that made my skin crawl. Morrigan’s cryptic threats had left me reeling, and I needed answers—answers that this scroll, hidden deep within Silverwood’s archives, might hold. I had returned to the heart of Silverwood in a desperate bid to uncover anything that could explain Morrigan’s connection to the prophecy and her vendetta against me. The scroll’s brittle edges threatened to crumble under the pressure of my grip, but I forced myself to focus, to breathe, as I unrolled the fragile document. The language was archaic, the symbols twisted and foreign, but I recognized enough of the ancient dialect to decipher its meaning. What I read chilled me to the bone. The Blood of the Forsaken shall sow discord, and the Heart of Silverwood shall tremble. The Betrayer’s line shall rise in vengeance, and only the Sacrifice
The meeting was tense, filled with urgent whispers and grim nods as we discussed our strategy. But in the back of my mind, a nagging thought kept pulling at me, a question I couldn’t shake. Why now? Why had Morrigan chosen this moment to strike? There had to be more to it than just the prophecy, more than just her vendetta. There was something else at play, something we hadn’t seen yet. As the meeting drew to a close and the others began to file out, I caught Rowan’s arm, pulling him aside. “Rowan,” I said quietly, my voice filled with unease. “I have a bad feeling about this. There’s something we’re missing. Something Morrigan hasn’t told us.” He frowned, his eyes narrowing in concern. “What do you mean?” "Her attack—it feels too calculated, too precise," I murmured, my thoughts spinning as I tried to piece together the fragments of this tangled web. "Morrigan isn’t just relying on brute force. She’s planned this down to the last detail. But why? What’s driving her to this leve
The world was a blur of chaos and destruction. Silverwood’s once-proud trees, now shattered and burning, groaned under the weight of Morrigan’s wrath. The air was thick with smoke, the acrid stench of burning wood and earth clawing at my throat as I struggled to keep moving.I couldn’t afford to stop. Not now. Not with everything falling apart around me.“Where is everyone?” I muttered to myself, desperation lacing my voice as I scanned the decimated clearing. I needed to find the others, to gather what was left of our pack, but the devastation made it impossible to focus. The ground was littered with debris, jagged rocks, and twisted roots torn from the earth. And everywhere I looked, there was blood. Too much blood.A sharp howl pierced the night, cutting through the noise of the destruction. I whipped around to see a group of wolves—our wolves—battling the monstrous shadow creature Morrigan had unleashed. Their fur was matted with blood, their movements desperate as they fought
“No, no, no…” I muttered, scrambling to my feet, my hands trembling as I wiped the tears from my eyes. I couldn’t let grief consume me, not now. Not with Gideon lying there, bleeding out, and Silverwood crumbling around us. I had to think, to come up with a plan—something, anything to stop this disaster from claiming more lives. But what? What could possibly counteract the catastrophe Morrigan had unleashed? My mind raced, desperation clawing at my thoughts. I was the Alpha now. I had to lead. I had to save them. With a deep breath, I forced myself to focus, scanning the devastation around me. The fissure was still widening, the heart of Silverwood continuing to collapse under the shadow creature’s relentless assault. The ancient roots were dying, and with them, the land’s protective power was fading fast. “Rowan!” I called out, my voice hoarse. I had to find him. He was our best strategist, the one who always had a plan. But there was no response, only the crackling of f
"We're outnumbered, Sera!" Rowan's voice was tight with urgency, his gaze flickering over the gathering forces surrounding us. "If we stay here, we're dead."I scanned the faces of my pack, their eyes filled with determination but shadowed by exhaustion. We had just barely survived the last attack, and now this? The odds were against us, but running wasn’t an option. Not this time."No," I said, my voice firm despite the chaos around us. "We're not running. We're ending this."Rowan looked at me like I’d lost my mind. "Sera, there’s no way—""We go after Morrigan," I cut him off, my voice a low growl. "We take the fight to her, head-on. If we take her down, her forces will crumble.""And if we don't?" He asked, but there was no real question in his voice. We both knew the answer."Then we die fighting," I replied, meeting his gaze. "But we're not going to lose."A heavy silence fell over the group as they absorbed my words. The truth was, I didn’t know if we could win. But there was
When I came to, the first thing I felt was the cold. It seeped into my bones, numbing my fingers and toes as I tried to gather my bearings. My vision was blurred, darkness still lingering at the edges, and my head pounded with the remnants of Morrigan’s dark magic.Where was I?The last thing I remembered was the crushing darkness, Morrigan’s voice, and then… nothing.Slowly, painfully, I pushed myself up, feeling the jagged stones beneath my palms. The space around me was unfamiliar, shrouded in shadow, with only faint glimmers of light filtering through the cracks in the ceiling. It was a cavern, deep underground by the looks of it, and I was alone.“Gideon?” My voice came out hoarse, almost too quiet to hear. I tried again, louder this time. “Gideon!”But there was no answer. Only the echo of my own voice bouncing off the cavern walls. Panic began to creep in as I realized the gravity of the situation. I didn’t know where I was, how I’d gotten here, or what had happened to the