Cassius gave a faint smile, his gaze steady on her. “The Ironclaw wolves are hiding something about their purpose here and about themselves,” he said softly. “But then, secrets are a language I’m fluent in, Zoe.”He leaned closer, his tone almost a whisper. “Do you feel it, too?” he asked, his gaze intense. “That there’s something shifting in the shadows? As if there’s more to all of this than meets the eye?”Zoe’s pulse quickened, her wolf stirring within her. “I do,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “There’s something strange here… something that feels like it’s waiting to happen. And I don’t think it’s only Ironclaw hiding things.”Cassius’s eyes gleamed with an enigmatic light. “Astute,” he murmured, a note of approval in his voice. “It seems the two of us may be looking for the same answers. Who knows? We might find them together.”They continued walking in silence for a moment, Zoe feeling the warmth of his presence beside her. Then, unable to resist her curiosity
Sara, who stood beside them with her usual calm, nodded. “Stick together, and we’ll ace this round. Let’s make Blue Mountain proud.”They moved to the starting line, each mentally preparing. As Zoe took her place, she felt eyes on her and glanced across the field to see Ewan and several Ironclaw pack members watching them with cold, assessing stares. Ewan’s lips twisted into a mocking smirk, and he gave her a condescending nod as if already counting her out.The whistle blew, and the round began. Zoe and her friends sprang forward, navigating a series of intricate obstacles: high walls, ropes to climb, rings of fire to leap through, and enchanted water barriers that required skill to pass. Each of her friends displayed their unique strengths. Dominic moved like lightning, surging ahead with his natural speed; Nikola’s movements were precise, almost calculated, weaving through the obstacles with an intense focus. Sara’s agility allowed her to twist and dodge gracefully, and Zoe felt he
Before she could head toward the ring, Cassius appeared beside her, his presence as steady as a mountain. He leaned closer, his voice low and calm. “Be careful, Zoe. Ewan’s strong, but there’s something more to him , something… twisted. His energy is unbalanced.” His dark eyes searched hers intently, his voice quiet but insistent. “Trust your instincts. Watch for any shifts.”His gaze lingered on her, and Zoe felt the pull between them. She nodded, appreciating his concern. “Thanks, Cassius. I’ll keep that in mind.”Dominic stepped forward, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked between them. “Zoe’s got this,” he said, his tone a bit sharper than usual. He crossed his arms, throwing a pointed glance at Cassius. “No need to worry.”Cassius inclined his head, his gaze flickering briefly toward Dominic before he took a step back. “I’m sure she does,” he replied coolly. “But Ewan doesn’t play fair. It’s always wise to be prepared.”Dominic scoffed, rolling his eyes. “She doesn’t need a
Ewan recovered quickly, his expression darkening. He lunged, attempting to grab her arm, but Zoe twisted out of reach, landing a clean punch to his ribs that made him grunt. Angered, he came at her with a series of fast, powerful punches. Zoe dodged, blocking when she had to, until finally, she saw her opening. She ducked under one of his punches and drove her fist into his abdomen, knocking him back.The crowd cheered as Zoe straightened, breathing hard but still steady. Ewan glared at her, his expression a mixture of frustration and something darker."Round one to Zoe," Rurik announced, gesturing for a brief pause.Ewan’s jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with a dangerous glint. Zoe noticed his fingers clenching and unclenching as he fought to control his temper. She took a deep breath, knowing that things were only going to get tougher from here.Rurik’s voice cut through the murmurs of the crowd. “Round two: wolf form only!”In a matter of seconds, Zoe’s body shifted, bones reshapin
The energy in the tournament grounds was electric as Zoe’s friends gathered around her, congratulating her on her victory. The sparring match had been intense, and her hard-won win against Ewan felt like a statement of strength for the Blue Mountain pack. But as she soaked in their cheers, Zoe felt a strange, creeping chill settle deep under her skin.Dominic was the first to notice the stiffness in her posture. “Zoe, you okay?” he asked, his expression softening with concern as he stepped closer. “You look… off.”Zoe forced a smile, waving him off. “I’m fine, really. Just.. guess I put a little too much energy into the fight.” She laughed, trying to shake off the odd sensation, but a shiver ran through her, betraying her unease.Sara nudged her shoulder playfully. “Come on, Zoe, that was amazing! You absolutely wiped the floor with him. If Ironclaw had any doubts about us before, they sure don’t now.”Zoe chuckled along, though her laughter felt thin. In truth, her victory felt stran
Zoe rolled up the edge of her shirt, revealing the faint, almost invisible scratch on her side. But as Marella’s fingers hovered over the wound, Zoe felt a sudden, searing heat. She bit back a gasp, her hand clenching the fabric of her pants.“Ah,” Marella said, her tone grim. “This magic is indeed dark, twisted. It’s subtle, designed to infect slowly, eating away at your strength over time.”Sara paled, moving closer. “Can you… can you remove it?”“I will do my best,” Marella replied, her expression softening slightly as she looked at Zoe. “But this will not be a simple process. The poison is deeply embedded, like a stubborn weed with roots tangled through your energy. It will take time, and it may be… unpleasant.”Dominic’s hand clenched at his side, a muscle in his jaw ticking. “What do you mean, ‘unpleasant’?”Marella gave him a sympathetic look. “To purify dark magic like this, I’ll need to draw it out, bit by bit. The process can be painful and exhausting. But it must be done ca
Dominic clenched his fists, jaw tight as he looked out at the training arena. He had wanted to stay with Zoe in the Healer’s Lodge, but she’d insisted that he continue in the tournament.“She’s a fighter. She would have pushed herself to stay if she could,” he murmured, more to himself than to anyone else.Nikola, standing beside him, nodded. His usual calm was replaced by a quiet, burning anger. “Zoe would’ve made it through every round if it weren’t for that poison. Ewan’s going to learn what it means to cross us.”Dominic smirked, though there was no humor in his expression. “Let’s make sure we leave a reminder he won’t forget.”Sara joined them, her face determined. “For Zoe, then.” She glanced between the boys, her eyes fierce. “We won’t let her down, and we won’t let Ironclaw think they can get away with this.”Cassius, who had been standing slightly apart from them, watched the exchange in silence, his gaze fixed on the Ironclaw students across the field. As he approached, Domi
Cassius POVCassius moved quietly through the tournament grounds, blending into the background as he watched the events unfolding around him. The sun hung high, casting sharp shadows across the field, but the chill in the air was unmistakable - an undercurrent of darkness that only he seemed to sense.He watched as the remaining competitors from Ironclaw circled their opponents with a newfound arrogance, their taunts sharper, their blows more brutal. The Ironclaw leader, Ewan, had been detained, but it seemed his absence only fueled his packmates’ aggression. Cassius narrowed his eyes, scanning the crowd as he picked up on something that had been bothering him since the start of the tournament: the frequent, low conversations between certain Ironclaw members and a small, tight-knit group of Fea students.Cassius approached the edge of the sparring grounds where one Fea, Caelum, stood watching the matches with an unsettling calm. His icy gaze flicked to Cassius briefly before turning b