Chapter 81

The tension in the air is almost unbearable as the leader of the hunters steps into the clearing. His presence is imposing, and the sheer aura of menace that surrounds him makes it clear that he’s not here just to observe. I can feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me, and every instinct tells me that we’re on the brink of something monumental.

The pack members, still recovering from the earlier skirmish, immediately fall into a defensive stance. I can see the determination in their eyes, reflecting my own anxiety and resolve. We’ve come too far to falter now. The ritual is nearly complete, and the stakes have never been higher.

The leader of the hunters strides purposefully towards the ritual site, his movements deliberate and precise. He’s tall, clad in dark, heavy armor, and his face is obscured by a hood. His eyes, however, are visible and gleam with a cold, calculating intelligence. There’s something almost otherworldly about him, and I can sense that he’s more than