Unraveling secrets

A few weeks had passed since the mysterious encounter in the woods. The Shadowheart pack had been relatively peaceful, with most members unaware of the storm brewing beneath the surface. But the tranquility was about to shatter. On this particular morning, the sun rose over Shadowheart territory, casting long shadows and bathing the forest in a golden hue. It was the calm before the storm.

Zyra woke up with a strange sense of foreboding. She couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling that something significant was about to happen. As she got dressed, her thoughts drifted back to the cryptic warning she'd received from the robed figure weeks earlier. The more she thought about it, the more she felt compelled to uncover the truth about her parents' deaths. Little did she know, the answers she sought were closer than she imagined.

Meanwhile, Bexley was preparing to make her move. The weight of the secrets she carried had grown unbearable, and she knew it was time to come clean. Sneaking into