The woodland appeared to be pulsing with a menacing energy that Dominick couldn't get rid of, and the air felt heavy with tension. As if the earth itself were attempting to pull him down, each step seemed heavier than the one before. It felt as if something new, something even worse, was rising just beyond of reach of the pack, which had struggled so hard to overcome the shackles that tied them and to escape Anabella's gloom.Strange creatures that lurked at the boundaries of the pack's territory, shadowy forms that appeared to vanish as soon as anybody attempted to approach them, were the source of the sightings, which started days ago. Then came the murmurs and whispers, borne by the wind, promising something bigger, something worse. Enchantment. dark magic. Maybe it was the lingering effects of the curse from the Obsidian Stone, but Dominick sensed it was more. It had the feel of a warning.Lisa came over, her face hazy with worry, and her words pierced his mind, "Dominick." The pa
The stress in the air was overwhelming. Dominick stood at the middle of the space; his eyes dark with repressed rage. The traitor knelt before him, beaten and bruised, but stubborn. Around them, the pack watched in shocked silence, their loyalty shifting as the weight of the news settled over them like a storm cloud.“Speak.” Dominick’s speech was sharp, cutting through the quiet. “Tell them what you told me. Tell them why you did it.”The traitor Alec, a warrior Dominick had trusted for years lifted his head, his lip curling into a smirk despite the blood trickling down his chin.“I did it because you failed us,” Alec spat, his voice dripping with venom. “You and Lisa. You brought this darkness upon us. Anabella, the Obsidian Stone, Varek it’s all because of you. The pack is hurting because of your choices.”Gasps rippled through the crowd, and Dominick’s fists clenched at his sides. His chest heaved with anger, but he forced himself to stay calm. He couldn’t afford to lose control.
The world around Lisa felt broken. Shadows twisted in her thoughts, and the wolf spirit inside her roared for control, its voice an echo of her darkest fears and wants. The pain in her side from Alec’s blade throbbed weakly now, almost faraway. She hung somewhere between awareness and the pull of the Moon Goddess’s realm, the weight of the prophecy pressed against her chest like a stone.When she opened her eyes, she was no longer in the clearing. The forest had disappeared, replaced by a huge, endless stretch of silver light. It was quiet, save for the soft hum of energy that seemed to pulse through the very air. She was in the presence of the Moon Goddess again.“Lisa.” The Moon Goddess’s speech was calm, but it carried a heaviness that made Lisa’s chest tighten. The goddess stepped forward, her ghostly form sparkling with an otherworldly brightness.“Why am I here?” Lisa asked, her voice shaking. “What’s happening to me? To the pack?”The Moon Goddess watched her with a sad look. “
The moon hung low in the sky, sending an eerie glow over the area where the packs had gathered. Dominick stood at the middle, his broad shoulders straight, his eyes searching the faces around him. Wolves from different areas, different families, different loyalties they were all here, but the anxiety in the air was obvious.The growls, the whispers, the suspicion it was a storm growing just beneath the surface. Uniting them was going to be harder than Dominick had thought.“These aren’t warriors,” Marcus whispered under his breath, standing beside Dominick. “They’re fighters, sure, but fighters without loyalty to each other. This won’t hold.”“It has to,” Dominick answered, his jaw tightening. “If we don’t stand together, we’re as good as dead.”Lisa stepped forward, her presence dominant despite the tiredness etched into her features. Her gaze swept over the crowd, her words cutting through the unrest like a blade.“We didn’t come here to fight each other,” she started, her tone calm
Tension permeated the air, the kind that seeped into the bones and slithered under the skin. The sun appeared abnormally low in the sky, its brightness waning as if it, too, was afraid of what was ahead. The eclipse began when the moon's small shadow began to move over its surface.Dominick stood with his pack gathered behind him at the battlefield's edge. This was the time when wolves from competing packs, rogues who had once vowed to destroy him, and warriors who had remained faithful to him to the end had united. The clearing in front of them was silent, a spooky foreshadowing to the mayhem that would shortly break out."Is everyone positioned correctly?" Despite the storm building within of him, Dominick asked in a firm voice.Marcus grimaced as he nodded. The fighters are dispersed over the area. The Chelsea squad is protecting the back side. Everyone is prepared.Dominick turned to look at Lisa, who was standing next to him with her shoulders squared, though her eyes flickered w
There was anarchy on the battlefield. The crackling of magic and the screams of wolves were obscured by the heavy dust and smoke in the air. Standing in the middle of it all, Lisa's body shook as her power flitted wildly all around her. The sheer power of the wolf spirit's energy she had let loose caused the ground beneath her feet to quake and fracture.Eryndor stumbled in the distance, struggling to control his magic while his dark robe billowed. Lisa was now aware of the fissures in his authority. The cost of it all was oppressive, but the tide was turning."Lisa!" The desperation in Dominick's gruff voice cut through the fog.When she turned and saw him approaching her, her heart leaped. His movements were slower than normal, and his face was stained with blood, giving him a beaten appearance. She was aware that he was straining himself beyond his breaking point.She screamed, "Dominick!" and started to approach him, but he stopped her in her tracks with a raised hand.With a hars
Each of Dominick's faint breaths seemed like a gentle murmur in the still room. The aroma of herbs and the slightest hint of his blood filled the pack's healing quarters. The gloomy silence that weighed heavily on Lisa's chest was not much relieved by the dim light that came in through the stone walls. She was unable to take her eyes off of him, the guy she loved but who now appeared to be so far away.Unnaturally, his body remained motionless. His powerful body, which was normally so full of vitality, was now utterly still, the once-bright spark of life nearly extinguished. Although the healers had done their best, they all worried it was insufficient. His injuries and wounds had robbed him of everything.Lisa's hands clutched the edge of his cot with trembling fingers. "Dominick..." Her voice was a whisper to the skies, scarcely audible. "Don't leave me, please. I can't let you go."She couldn't tell how long she'd been there since the hours blended into a single, protracted pain, b
“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” Lisa’s voice was tight, the weight of the choice pressing down on her chest like an anchor. She looked at Marcus and Chelsea, both of them walking beside her, their faces as determined as they were worried.Marcus nodded, his jaw clenched. “We have no choice. Dominick’s life rests on it.” His words were simple, but they held the seriousness of the trip ahead.“I’m not backing down,” Chelsea added, her eyes sharp with resolve. “We’ll get through this. Together.”Lisa swallowed hard, trying to push the fear down, but it kept creeping back. The holy lands they were about to enter were nothing like the pack’s area. This was unexplored, dangerous, and full of old magic, the kind that could twist reality itself. The land ahead was unknown, the trees rising over them like quiet sentinels, their limbs bent and knotted. Every step felt like they were being watched.“This place... it doesn’t feel right,” Lisa whispered, as a chill ran down her spine.Marcus
Lisa felt it again the ever-present pull of darkness, thrumming under her skin like a beating of its own. The mirror had shown her a truth she hadn’t been ready to face, and now it felt as if the very shadows of the Moon Goddess were wrapping themselves around her, smothering her. Every breath was harder than the last, and the fight to keep herself in control was becoming unbearable.She stood by the edge of their camp, looking into the forest’s darkness, trying to calm the chaos whirling inside her. Dominick had insisted on staying close, despite her protests. He hovered behind her now, but she didn’t turn to face him. She couldn’t."I can feel it," she whispered, though she wasn’t sure whether she was speaking to him, or to the darkness that clawed at her thoughts. "It’s like it’s alive in me, Dominick. It’s getting stronger with every passing moment. I don’t know how much longer I can fight it."Dominick stepped forward, his movements light but filled with haste. He reached for her
Lisa stood at the edge of the old ruins, her heart pounding as the weight of their task pushed down on her. Dominick was by her side, his presence a steadying force, but even he couldn’t deny the unease that had settled over their pack.They had come here to find answers, but the ruins were steeped in silence, their old stones worn by centuries of neglect. The air was thick with an eerie energy, and Lisa could feel it in the pit of her stomach something dark, something old, was waiting."Are you sure this is the right place?" Lisa asked, her voice low, almost respectful.Dominick glanced at her, his eyes filled with purpose. "It’s the only place left, Lisa. The old books... they all point here. The answers are hidden in these ruins. We just have to find them."She nodded, but doubts remained in her mind. The pack’s trust in her was weakening. They didn’t say it, but Lisa could feel the strain. She had once been their center, their guide, their link to the Moon Goddess. Now, without th
The first thing Lisa felt was warmth. It wasn’t the kind of warmth that could be mistaken for sunlight or the heat of a fire, but the kind of warmth that pulsed deep within her chest, spreading through her limbs, wrapping around her like a protective embrace.She blinked, slowly opening her eyes. The world around her was blurry at first, fading in and out of focus. But as her senses began to sharpen, she could feel it—the weight of Dominick’s arms around her, holding her close. The familiar scent of him, of the pack, surrounded her, grounding her. And yet, something was wrong.Something was very wrong.Lisa sat up with a sharp gasp, her body trembling from the sheer effort it took to move. She looked around, eyes wide, searching for an answer. The pack was gathered around them, silent, watchful, and… worried. They looked as though they were waiting for something waiting for her."Lisa?" Dominick’s voice was scratchy, filled with a quiet desperation she hadn’t heard before. "Are you ok
As Dominick's hands hovered above Lisa's motionless body, they shook. Even though the combat was done, it seemed like the conflict had only just started. He stared at her chest, looking for some indication that she was still alive. His anguish made every breath feel heavy and shallow. Her face had turned pale and lifeless. Everything he didn't want to know was revealed to him by the blood stains on her clothing."You can't leave. In a ragged echo of the man, he once was, Dominick muttered to her, "You just can't." Leaning down, he brushed a lock of hair away from her face, allowing the tears he had been suppressing to finally fall."Please, Lisa. Get your eyes open. Return to me.Around them, the pack had gathered in stillness. Even though they had prevailed in the fight, it felt meaningless. His evil power had been broken, and Eryndor's citadel had collapsed, but at what price? With her heart as frigid as the stone under her, Lisa, their ray of hope, lay still.Marcus's face was unre
There was a lot of darkness in the room, and the shadows were thick and moving around them like living things. The stone floor beneath Dominick was stained with blood as he lay unconscious, his body broken and battered. With tears in her eyes and her heart racing, Lisa knelt next to him, but there was no time for sorrow. She was thinking of only one thing.They all needed to be saved by her.In front of them, tall and victorious, Eryndor's eyes were full of vile laughter. "Lisa, you believe you have won, but the game is far from over." The air felt oppressive, and his voice was like ice. "There is no force or power in this world that can defeat me."Lisa's heart ached as she felt the warmth of Dominick's pulse wane with every second that went by, and her hands shook as she reached out to touch him. Even though she still had a close bond with him and the pack, it wasn't sufficient. Not quite yet.Then something changed within her.Her inner wolf spirit awoke with a roil, its restless e
The pack was positioned before the imposing gates of Eryndor's stronghold, which appeared to have impenetrable walls and a dense, oppressive, and dark aura. The weight of the approaching conflict made the air motionless. With the resolve that had brought them this far, Dominick's eyes were hard and his mind was keen. They would put an end to this now.“All units, move out!” he ordered, his voice like a razor slicing through the quiet.With ferocious determination, the pack charged ahead, their warriors trailing behind. Standing by Dominick's side, Lisa felt the strength of the black magic emanating from the fortress walls, her heart pounding and her thoughts turning into its own battlefield.They were nearly instantly struck by the first wave of rogue wolves, their eyes blazing with the strange light of Eryndor's might. The pack was more than ready, but they were swift, vicious, and unrelenting.With her claws cutting through the air and tearing through the rogue wolves that approache
The vista in front of them was a never-ending length of rocky land and forest that led to the impending fortress of Eryndor. With the burden of the trip bearing down on him, Dominick led the way. The strain in the air was evident, and each step felt like it may be his last. The odds were stacked against them in the impending last fight.Lisa followed closely behind him, her steps steady but her thoughts focused on the future. They both understood the seriousness of the situation, and their closeness was strong despite their inability to express it verbally. Although they all had a part to play, nobody could foresee the cost of winning.Marcus kept up with the others despite the emotional and physical strain of saving Chelsea. Even while his expression was fixed on stern determination, his eyes would occasionally flicker with the wounds from the ambush, both the ones on his body and the ones still present in his heart. Chelsea was almost lost to him. He would not permit such to occur o
Dominick stood at the edge of the camp, surveying his warriors' faces while the wind howled all around him. He felt as though the entire universe was resting on his shoulders. The moment had arrived. They were at their breaking point. Eryndor was too near his objective, too risky. In his bones, Dominick knew that the last battle was coming.The tension in the air was broken by Dominick's voice as she said, "We can't wait for more signs, more opportunities." "Now we fight. We battle together.Though there was a hesitancy and a sense of trepidation, the pack stirred and whispers of agreement rippled through them. They had suffered a great loss. They were still grieving over the loss of their siblings in the previous conflict.Chelsea stepped forward from the crowd and said, "Dominick." Her voice was steady, but her eyes were rimmed in red. You want us to put everything on the line. After everything we've lost... after everything we've endured...Dominick responded, his eyes hardening, "
The tension in the camp was high due to the weight of Chelsea's capture. Marcus paced, anger and hopelessness swirling in his head. His fists were clinched at his sides, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was being tormented by the idea of losing her and failing her.Lisa murmured softly, "Marcus," moving into his direct line of sight.He halted his pacing and looked at her, his jaw clenched. "I'm pursuing her." I can't just sit here doing nothing.The unadulterated agony in his voice made Lisa's heart hurt. She was aware of Chelsea's importance to him. "I get it, but we can't just show up without a strategy, Marcus. We shall be met by Eryndor.Marcus shot back, his voice strained and low, "I don't care." There's Chelsea inside. She cannot be left to rot in that hellhole by me.Lisa paused, fully aware of the dangers. After that, we'll travel together. However, we must consider this. Dark magic guards Eryndor's stronghold, and he won't make things simple.For a minute, Marcus's eyes soft