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
The darkness pressed in around us, thick and suffocating. The true enemy had finally revealed themselves, and I could feel the weight of their power bearing down on me. Every instinct screamed at me to fight, to protect my pack, but fear gnawed at the edges of my resolve. I tightened my grip on my blade, feeling the cool metal ground me.But before I could act, a flicker of movement caught my eye. Shadows shifted in the periphery, and suddenly, the night was alive with new figures emerging from the darkness. At first, I thought they were more enemies—more pawns in the twisted game this unseen force had been playing. But as they stepped into the dim light, I realized they weren’t here to attack.They were here to help.A tall, imposing figure led the group, his presence commanding. He moved with a fluid grace, his sharp features illuminated by the faint glow of the moon. He was not one of us—I could tell that much from the way he carried himself, from the way his eyes gleamed wi
The atmosphere was thick with tension, a palpable weight that settled over the remnants of our camp like a storm cloud waiting to burst. The newfound alliance, once a flicker of hope in our darkest hour, had soured, the bitter taste of betrayal tainting every interaction. I couldn’t shake the image of Damon lying still, couldn’t forget the cold look in the woman’s eyes as she delivered that devastating blow.I paced in front of the council tent, my thoughts churning. The battle was still raging beyond the trees, but inside this circle of allies, a different kind of war was brewing—one that could unravel everything we’d fought for.“What’s our next move, Sera?” Damon asked, his voice strained. He’d insisted on joining the strategy meeting, despite the pain etched on his face from his injuries. His resilience was admirable, but I couldn’t ignore the anger simmering beneath his calm exterior.“I don’t trust them,” I said bluntly, glancing at the so-called allies gathered around the ma
My chest heaved as I staggered back, wiping blood and sweat from my brow. The battle had raged on, fierce and unrelenting, but it wasn’t just the chaos outside that worried me—it was the growing sense that we were missing something crucial, something that could be our undoing.“You can’t keep up, Sera,” the silver-haired woman taunted, circling me like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Her blade gleamed in the dim light, slick with blood that could have easily been mine.“I’m not done yet,” I snarled back, forcing myself to ignore the fatigue threatening to slow me down. I couldn’t afford to show weakness. Not now.A low growl rumbled from behind me—Damon, keeping an eye on the fight while defending our flank from another wave of attackers. We were outnumbered, outgunned, and outmaneuvered, but that wasn’t what gnawed at my gut. It was the nagging suspicion that the worst was yet to come.I lunged at the woman, feinting left and swinging my blade toward her side,
The earth shook beneath my feet as the massive shadow drew closer, its presence sending ripples of terror through the air. I forced myself to move, to think, even as every instinct screamed at me to flee. “Brace yourselves!” I shouted, but my voice was swallowed by the roar of battle and the advancing darkness. Whatever was coming, it would hit us hard, and we needed to be ready—or as ready as we could be.Damon was already barking orders, rallying the warriors around us. “Get to the barricades! Form up, now!”The chaos of the fight swirled around us, a maelstrom of snarling wolves, flashing blades, and the deafening clash of metal on metal. But it was the tremors in the ground, growing stronger with each passing second, that sent cold dread spiraling through me.Alaric had unleashed something new, something none of us were prepared for.“Damon, what is that thing?” I asked, my voice barely audible over the cacophony.He didn’t answer immediately, his gaze locked on the approaching