The air was thick with tension as I slipped through the dense forest, the branches overhead casting jagged shadows in the moonlight. My heart hammered in my chest, but I forced myself to stay calm, my senses alert to every sound around me. Each step felt like a gamble, every rustle of the leaves a remainder of the danger I was walking into.The night was unnervingly quiet, as though the forest itself was holding its breath, waiting for what would come next. I had chosen this place for the meeting because it was secluded, far from Silverclaw, but the isolation now felt suffocating. My mind raced with questions, with doubts, but I couldn’t let them show. Not now.I arrived at the clearing, the towering trees forming a natural barrier around the small space. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the forest floor. And then, I saw him—Draven. He stood in the center, his posture calm, almost unnervingly so, as though this meeting was nothing more than a formality to him.
I returned to Silverclaw with the weight of Draven’s ultimatum hanging heavy on my shoulders. The forest seemed darker, the air colder, as though the shadows themselves were pressing down on me. Each step felt like a battle, my mind swirling with the vision Draven had forced upon me. I could still see it—the destruction, the death. My death.As I approached the heart of the pack, I could sense the tension in the air. Everyone knew something was coming. It was like a storm on the horizon, inevitable and merciless. I found Morwenna waiting for me in the council chamber, her eyes sharp and unreadable.“Seraphina,” she greeted me, her voice low. “What did Draven say?”I took a deep breath and recounted the meeting—the twisted vision, the ultimatum, and the darkness that clung to Draven like a second skin. As I spoke, Morwenna’s expression grew graver, her frown deepening.When I finished, the room fell into a heavy silence. The fire in the hearth crackled softly, but it did little to ward
The weight of Ethan's words pressed down on me like an iron chain. An ally, captured by Draven. The news twisted in my gut, a knot of dread tightening with every passing second."Who?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, already fearing the answer.Ethan hesitated for a moment, his eyes meeting mine with a sorrowful intensity. "Kael," he finally said. "It's Kael."The world seemed to tilt on its axis, my vision blurring as my heart pounded in my chest. Kael. The one person who had been by my side, teaching me, pushing me to embrace the power within me. And now he was gone—taken by Draven's forces."How?" I demanded, my voice hoarse with emotion. "How did this happen?""He was betrayed," Ethan explained, his jaw clenched with frustration. "One of the smaller packs that Draven coerced into his service turned on him. They must have known he was vital to our plans."I swallowed hard, trying to keep the flood of emotions at bay. Guilt gnawed at me, its bitter taste flooding my mouth. Kael
Ava's limp form lay motionless on the floor, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. Her once-bright energy was now consumed by a dark force that lingered in the air like a poisonous fog, suffocating and oppressive. I knelt beside her, my fingers trembling as I brushed a lock of hair from her pale face."Ava...please," I whispered, my voice barely audible. But there was no response, only the distant sound of the wind howling through the trees outside. Panic clawed at my chest, tightening its grip with every passing second."We need to move her," Ethan said, his tone sharp but filled with concern. "She's vulnerable here."I barely registered his words. All I could focus on was Ava’s stillness, the eerie calm that had settled over her. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She was supposed to use her powers to help, not fall victim to whatever dark magic Draven had unleashed. Sophia knelt beside me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Seraphina, we need to act. Ava’s
The cold night air pressed against my skin as we moved through the dense forest, the only sound was our careful footsteps on the moss-covered ground. I glanced at Ethan, who signaled for us to move faster. His eyes, sharp and determined, glinted in the moonlight. Every second mattered. Kael was out there, and we had no idea what Draven had done to him—or what he planned to do.The shadows seemed to cling to us as we wove through the trees, our movements swift and silent. Tension crackled in the air like a gathering storm. My senses were on high alert, every instinct telling me that danger was close. Too close.We had chosen this path carefully, a hidden route that led directly to Draven’s camp. His forces were already on the move, but we hoped the element of surprise would work in our favor. There was no room for error, not tonight. If we failed, Kael would pay the price."We’re close," Ethan whispered, his voice barely audible as he crouched beside me. His eyes scanned the area ahead
The world was a blur of motion, shadows twisting into shapes as I regained my senses. My head throbbed, and the bitter taste of failure clung to my mouth. Draven’s second-in-command stood across from us, his twisted smile mocking the effort it had taken to infiltrate the camp. The night air was thick with tension, the flickering campfires casting eerie shadows across his face.“Did you really think you could sneak in here unnoticed?” he taunted, his voice laced with smug confidence. “Draven has been watching your every move.”Ethan growled low beside me, his body coiled, ready to strike. But I knew we were outmatched. This wasn’t just a fight of strength—it was a battle of wills, one we couldn’t afford to lose. Draven’s second-in-command radiated power, the kind that twisted nature itself. His eyes burned with a sickly green light, something darker than even the forest shadows could contain. Dark magic.I tightened my grip on the blade in my hand, feeling its weight, grounding myself
The fire crackled softly in Morwenna’s hearth, casting long shadows across the walls of her cottage. The air inside was thick with the scent of burning sage, meant to ward off dark forces—though I wasn’t sure if anything could keep the darkness at bay now. Ethan sat at the far end of the room, silent and tense, while Kael leaned against the doorframe, his face still pale from his ordeal. Ava remained unconscious in the next room, her breathing shallow but steady.Morwenna sat across from me, her gnarled hands clasped tightly around a worn leather book. The flicker of the flames danced in her ancient eyes as she spoke, her voice low and filled with the weight of centuries.“This curse,” she began, her tone measured, “was not born from the hatred of enemies or the wrath of gods. It was forged by a witch, a woman scorned by the Silverclaw Pack centuries ago. She was a formidable power in her time, one who sought control over the pack’s strength—believing that their might was something sh
Lysandra’s eyes gleamed with an unsettling confidence as her words hung in the air, suffocating the room with their weight. I could feel the unease ripple through the pack—Kael, Ethan, and even Morwenna stood silent, their mistrust of this stranger palpable. I fought to keep my own anxiety in check, knowing that one wrong decision could doom us all.“You need me,” Lysandra said, her voice like silk as she stepped closer, her pale fingers tracing the edge of the table between us. “Without my guidance, you will never find the third key. And without the key, Silverclaw is lost. Draven will win, and the curse will continue to eat away at this land.”Her words echoed the fears I had been carrying for days. Time was slipping away from us like sand through my fingers, and the weight of every passing moment felt heavier than the last. I stared at her, my instincts warring within me. Lysandra was dangerous, that much was obvious. Her connection to the curse, to the ancient witch who had bound