“That’s what we need to find out,” I said, glancing at each member in turn. “Rowan indicated that Alaric is searching for something—something tied to the prophecy that led to my rejection as Luna.”
A heavy silence fell over the room as the council absorbed this information. The prophecy had always been a source of contention, its ominous words casting a long shadow over the pack’s decisions. But now, it seemed that prophecy might be more than just a forewarning—it could be the key to understanding Alaric’s motives. “Rowan was attacked shortly after entering our territory,” I continued, my tone grave. “Someone doesn’t want him sharing what he knows. We must assume the worst—that there may be a traitor among us.” The weight of my words hung in the air, and I saw the flicker of fear in their eyes. The idea of a traitor within our ranks was more terrifying than any external threat. It meant we couldn’t trust our own, that we were vulnerable from within. “What do you propose we do?” Gideon asked, breaking the silence, his voice steady. “First, we secure the packhouse and our borders,” I replied. “Double the patrols, increase our defenses. No one enters or leaves without our knowledge.” “And Rowan?” Elder Thorne asked, his tone cautious. “Can we trust him?” I hesitated. “He’s injured, badly. Lysa is tending to him now. We’ll need to wait until he’s stable before we can question him further. But for now, we should proceed with caution.” Elder Maris leaned forward, her eyes narrowing with concern. “And what of the prophecy, Sera? If Alaric seeks it, we must understand it fully.” I nodded, understanding the urgency in her words. “I’ll review the old texts, see if there’s anything we’ve missed—anything that could give us insight into what Alaric is after. The prophecy is more than just words—it’s a warning, and we need to decipher its true meaning.” Gideon glanced around the table, his expression hardening. “We also need to root out the traitor. Whoever attacked Rowan did so with the intent to silence him. If we don’t find them soon, they could strike again—and next time, it could be one of us.” The gravity of the situation settled over us all, and I could see the resolve in their eyes. The council might not have fully trusted Rowan, but they understood the danger we were in. Alaric Draven was a threat we couldn’t ignore, and the traitor among us made it even more urgent. “Let’s not waste any more time,” I said, my voice firm. “We all have our roles to play. We need to be vigilant, united. This is no longer just about protecting our pack—it’s about survival.” The council members nodded in agreement, the tension in the room easing slightly as they began to discuss the steps we needed to take. Plans were made to fortify the packhouse, to question every member of the pack, and to review the ancient texts for clues. We couldn’t afford any mistakes. As the meeting concluded, Gideon approached me, his expression unreadable. “Sera,” he said quietly, “I don’t like this. Rowan showing up out of nowhere, this prophecy, Alaric… it all feels like a trap.” “I know,” I admitted, meeting his gaze. “But what choice do we have? We need to find out what Rowan knows before it’s too late.” Gideon nodded reluctantly. “Just be careful. If Rowan’s telling the truth, we’re up against something far bigger than we anticipated. And if he’s lying…” “We’ll deal with that when the time comes,” I finished for him. “Right now, we need to stay focused.” Gideon gave a short nod and turned to leave, but before he could, one of the warriors burst into the room, his face pale and eyes wide with alarm. “What is it?” I demanded, my heart leaping into my throat. “It’s Rowan,” the warrior said breathlessly. “He’s gone.” “What do you mean, gone?” I asked, fear prickling at the back of my neck. “He was in the infirmary, unconscious,” the warrior explained, his voice trembling. “But when I checked on him just now, his bed was empty. There was blood—everywhere. It looks like he was dragged away.” A chill ran down my spine. If Rowan had been taken, it meant the traitor was more dangerous than we’d thought—and they were right under our noses. “Find him!” I ordered, adrenaline surging through me. “And whoever took him—bring them to me.” As the warrior ran off to carry out my orders, I couldn’t shake the growing sense of dread. We were already too late. The enemy was inside our walls, and now, we were being hunted. I didn’t have to look at Gideon to know he was thinking the same thing. We were out of time, and the real battle was just beginning.The air in the packhouse was charged with tension as I paced back and forth, trying to piece together the fragments of information we had gathered. Rowan's disappearance had shaken everyone, especially after the trail of blood that led to nowhere. It was a stark reminder that the enemy was not only outside our walls but possibly within them as well.Gideon entered the room, his usual stoic expression hardened by worry. “Sera, we need to talk,” he said, his voice low and urgent.I stopped pacing and faced him, bracing myself for whatever news he had. “What is it?”“We've uncovered more information about Alaric Draven,” he began, walking over to the large map of our territory that hung on the wall. “It’s worse than we thought. He’s not just after revenge—he’s planning to dominate Silverwood, and he’s willing to use any means necessary.”I felt a cold knot form in my stomach. “Dominate? How?”Gideon’s expression was grim as he pointed to the outskirts of our territory on the map. “His
As we turned to leave the ruined storeroom, the gravity of the situation settled over me like a heavy shroud. Alaric was pushing us to the edge, and the pressure was mounting. But I wouldn’t let him break us. We had to be stronger, smarter, and more resilient than ever before. That night, as I lay in bed, sleep eluded me. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and plans, each more desperate than the last. The threat of Alaric hung over us like a storm cloud, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were on the brink of something catastrophic. When I finally drifted off, my dreams were haunted by images of fire and blood, of shadowy figures lurking in the darkness. And in the midst of it all, I saw Alaric’s face, his eyes gleaming with malice as he watched Silverwood crumble under his grasp. I woke with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. The room was still and silent, but the unease from my dreams lingered. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, that the nigh
Lysa had been distant for days, and it was driving me insane. Ever since the last attack, she’d been avoiding eye contact, giving me curt responses, and disappearing for hours at a time. At first, I chalked it up to stress—everyone in the pack was on edge, and it wasn’t uncommon for people to want space. But this was different.I stared at the door to her room, my heart pounding in my chest. I had tried to ignore it, tried to push the gnawing suspicion to the back of my mind, but it was no use. Something was wrong, and I needed to know what it was.With a deep breath, I knocked on her door. “Lysa? Are you in there?”A long silence stretched out before I heard the soft creak of the floorboards. The door opened just a crack, and Lysa peeked out, her eyes shadowed with fatigue. “Sera? What are you doing here?”“I wanted to check on you,” I said, forcing a smile. “You’ve been… off lately. Is everything okay?”Her hesitation was enough to confirm my worst fears. “I’m fine,” she said, her
The betrayal hung between us like a storm cloud, thick and suffocating. After what I’d seen in the woods, I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t think. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Lysa’s guilt-ridden face as she handed something over to Alaric’s spy. I couldn’t let it go. I had to confront her. I had to know the truth.I found Lysa early the next morning in the training yard, her back to me as she faced a row of targets. She was going through the motions, but her movements were sluggish, lacking her usual precision. I took a deep breath, my heart hammering in my chest as I approached her.“Lysa, we need to talk,” I said, my voice as steady as I could manage.She froze, her shoulders tensing as if she had been expecting this. Slowly, she turned to face me, her eyes shadowed with exhaustion and something else—something darker.“What’s there to talk about, Sera?” she asked, her voice flat, emotionless. “You already think you know everything.”“I saw you,” I said, my voice tre
The forest was eerily quiet as I made my way through the trees, the night air thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. I moved carefully, every snap of a twig underfoot setting my nerves on edge. If I was right about this, if there really was a secret meeting place out here, then I had to be prepared for anything. I followed the directions I’d memorized from the book, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts as I pushed deeper into the woods. The further I went, the more the forest seemed to close in around me, the trees pressing in on all sides as if trying to keep me out. Finally, I reached the clearing. It was just as the book had described—a small, hidden hollow surrounded by dense trees, almost invisible unless you knew exactly where to look. My heart raced as I crouched behind a large boulder at the edge of the clearing, my eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. And then I saw them. A group of figures emerged from the trees on the opposite side of the c
My hands trembled as I wrapped the blanket tighter around myself, trying to shake off the chill that had settled deep in my bones. The night’s events weighed heavily on my mind—Lysa’s betrayal, the secret meeting, Rowan’s unexpected intervention—it was all too much to process. But the one thing I couldn’t ignore was the urgency in Rowan’s voice as he led me back to the packhouse. Once inside, we didn’t head to our respective rooms. Instead, Rowan guided me to a small, unused room on the second floor. It was dark and dusty, a place long forgotten by the rest of the pack, and it reeked of secrecy. I had a feeling whatever he was about to tell me would change everything. “Sit,” Rowan said, his voice firm but not unkind. I obeyed, perching on the edge of an old armchair that creaked under my weight. He remained standing, his eyes scanning the room as if making sure we were truly alone. After a moment, he began to pace, his jaw clenched in thought. “Rowan,” I finally broke the
The air grew colder as I descended deeper into the passage, the walls narrowing around me. The scent of earth and decay filled my nostrils, each step bringing me closer to a secret that had been buried for centuries. My heart pounded in my chest, the echo of each beat reverberating in the confined space. The passage finally opened into a wide chamber, its walls lined with ancient carvings that seemed to tell a story—a story that had been forgotten by time. My breath caught as I stepped inside, the faint glow of the moon filtering through cracks in the stone ceiling, illuminating the room in an eerie light. In the center of the chamber stood an altar, carved from stone and covered in strange symbols. And atop the altar, resting on a worn piece of cloth, was a small, intricately designed artifact. It was made of some dark, gleaming metal that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, its surface covered in symbols similar to those on the walls. I approached it cautio
The tension in the air was palpable as I made my way back to the pack house, the weight of the cursed artifact still heavy in my bag. My mind raced with the events of the past hours—the ancient chamber, the terrifying power I now held, and the looming threat of Alaric’s forces. But as much as I wanted to focus on the immediate danger, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was brewing. Something closer to home. The moment I stepped through the door, I was met by Gideon Hale, the pack’s Beta. His expression was a storm of emotions—anger, concern, and something else I couldn’t quite place. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, his normally sharp eyes dull with exhaustion. “Sera,” he said, his voice low and strained. “We need to talk.” I nodded, following him into the empty meeting room where we could speak in private. The room felt cold and sterile, the usual warmth of the pack house replaced by an unsettling silence. “What is it, Gideon?” I asked, my he