Chapter 125:Moon Shadow

Davien stared at Hera, his heart was pounding as he was trying to keep up with his mind.

Hera have been able to distinguish something and she thought to herself that she should tell Davien about it.

"A rival pack?" he echoed, his voice rough with disbelief. "But how? You're one of us, a daughter of the Silverwood."

Hera's eyes, usually sparkling with warmth, were clouded with a sadness he'd never witnessed before. She knelt, picking up a small, smooth stone etched with strange symbols.

"My mother," she began, her voice barely a whisper, "wasn't from Silverwood. She was a Moon Shadow, born under the silver light of a different forest."

Davien felt a tremor of unease shoot down his spine. The Moon Shadows were a legendary faction, ostracized centuries ago for their unorthodox practices and rumored affiliation with dark magic.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Davien asked, a hint of hurt lacing his voice.

Hera met his gaze, her eyes filled with unshed tears. "It was to protect you, Davien. T