The council chamber was suffocating. Every eye in the room bore into me with a mixture of expectation and doubt. The tension was palpable, thick enough to choke on. The betrayal had fractured Silverwood, and now, as its leader, it fell on me to piece it back together. But with every moment that passed, the weight of the task pressed harder on my shoulders.Rowan stood beside me, his presence a steadying force, but even he couldn’t shield me from the undercurrents of distrust that rippled through the room. Julian’s shadow loomed large, his absence more powerful than his presence had ever been. The pack was divided—those who still believed in the prophecy, and those who now questioned everything we had been taught.“We can’t afford to waste any more time,” Elder Lucian broke the silence, his voice sharp and commanding. “Julian’s actions have left us vulnerable. If we don’t act now, Silverwood will fall, and everything we’ve fought for will be lost.”His words were like a knife twisti
The wind howled through the trees as I made my way to the hidden meeting spot, the darkness of the forest mirroring the turmoil swirling within me. The letter’s revelations had shaken me to my core, and now I was about to confront the truth that had been hiding in the shadows for far too long.My heart pounded in my chest as I approached the clearing where the moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting eerie shadows on the ground. I wasn’t alone. My senses were on high alert, every rustle in the leaves, every distant sound, making me tense. There was something off about this night—something dangerous.When I reached the clearing, Rowan was already there, his expression grim. He nodded in acknowledgment, but there was a flicker of concern in his eyes. “Sera, are you sure about this? It’s a dangerous gamble.”“I don’t have a choice,” I replied, keeping my voice steady. “If what we’ve uncovered is true, then this alliance threatens everything we’ve fought for. We can’t afford to le
The moment the decision left my lips, a heavy silence fell over the room. The Elders, gathered around the ancient stone table, exchanged uncertain glances. My chest tightened as the weight of my words settled in.I had just made a choice that would alter the course of Silverwood’s future, and the anxiety of whether it was the right one gnawed at me like a persistent itch I couldn’t scratch.“This isn’t going to be easy,” Elder Bastian finally spoke, his voice gruff and weathered. “But it’s the only way forward. We must act quickly.”I nodded, trying to suppress the dread that had been building in my gut since I walked into this room. “We need to unify the pack, solidify our defenses, and—”“What about the divisions within our ranks?” Elder Miriam interrupted, her sharp gaze cutting through the tension like a knife. “The recent betrayal has sown mistrust. How do you plan to heal the rift?”It was a fair question, one I’d been wrestling with since Maura and Julian’s true intentions had
The cool night air bit into my skin as I sprinted through the trees, the shadows casting long, twisted shapes on the ground. The forest was eerily quiet, save for the sound of my heartbeat thundering in my ears. I had to find the source of this new threat before it was too late.Rhea’s words echoed in my mind. The enemy… they’re already inside Silverwood.I pushed harder, my muscles burning with the effort. There wasn’t a moment to waste. Whoever this new threat was, they had breached our defenses with a precision that left no room for doubt. They were skilled, calculating, and they knew exactly what they were doing.But who could it be? My mind raced through the possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last. Had an old enemy resurfaced? Or was this someone new, someone who had been hiding in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike?As I neared the border, the scent of blood hit me like a physical blow. My heart sank. They’d already begun their assault.I burs
The world was spinning around me as I struggled to regain consciousness. My body ached, every nerve on fire from the explosion that had thrown me against the tree. The scent of burning wood and scorched earth filled my lungs, forcing me to cough violently as I tried to clear my senses.I had failed. Damon had won. And Silverwood… Silverwood was burning.But I couldn’t give up. Not now. Not when everything was at stake.Groaning, I pushed myself up, using the tree for support. My vision swam, but I forced myself to focus. The forest around me was in chaos—flames licking at the trees, thick smoke clouding the air, and the distant cries of my packmates as they fought to save what was left of our home.I had to find them. I had to stop this before it was too late.Ignoring the pain, I stumbled forward, each step a battle against the throbbing in my head and the weakness in my limbs. I could feel the weight of failure pressing down on me, but I refused to let it crush me. I had to be st
Darkness clung to me, a suffocating weight that I couldn't shake off. My body felt like lead, and my mind… my mind was lost in a storm of memories and fears I’d tried so hard to bury. Damon’s words, that woman’s eyes, her touch—they’d all left marks on me, marks that wouldn’t heal.Who was she? What did she mean that this was all destined? My thoughts twisted and turned, seeking answers where there were none.The shadows whispered around me, their voices a sinister chorus in my ears. *You’ve failed. You’re nothing. Everything you’ve done, all your strength—it means nothing.* But then, through the murk, I heard another voice. Faint at first, but growing louder. “Sera, wake up! We need you!”Isaac. His voice broke through the darkness like a lifeline, pulling me back, tethering me to reality. I clung to it, forcing myself to focus, to fight through the haze that threatened to consume me.With a gasp, I opened my eyes. The world was spinning, the ground hard and cold beneath me. My b
I stood on the edge of Silverwood, staring out into the darkened horizon. The air was thick with tension, every breath I took feeling heavier than the last. The storm had receded, but the ominous energy it left behind lingered, a constant reminder of the battle that was about to come. My fingers tightened around the hilt of my blade, the cold metal grounding me, keeping me focused.Beside me, Isaac scanned the treeline, his eyes narrowed in concentration. “They’re out there,” he muttered, his voice low. “I can feel it.”“We all can,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. The anticipation was suffocating, each second stretching out into an eternity as we waited for the first sign of the attack. It was coming—there was no doubt about that. The only question was when.“They’re going to hit us hard,” came another voice. Talia stepped up beside us, her expression grim. “We need to be ready.”“We are ready,” I said, more for my own reassurance than anything else. But even as I spok
“You can’t stop me, Damon,” the woman hissed, her earlier confidence faltering but not gone. “Not after everything you’ve done. Not after everything you’ve lost.”Damon didn’t flinch, his gaze cold and unyielding. “I’ve lost a lot, yes. But that only means I have nothing left to lose.”Her lips curled into a sneer. “Is that so? Then let’s see how far you’re willing to go.”With a flick of her wrist, she sent the controlled pack members surging forward again, their blank eyes focused solely on me. My heart pounded as I braced myself, knowing that I had to be ready for whatever was coming next. But before they could reach me, Damon stepped into their path, his presence an immovable barrier.“Get back!” he commanded, his voice echoing with an authority that resonated deep within them.For a moment, the pack members hesitated, their steps faltering as something within them struggled against the woman’s control. I could see it—their eyes flickered with confusion, with a glimmer of recog