Chapter Sixteen

In the territory of the Bloodstone Pack, the dawn broke, shining a golden light across the forest. The air was clear with the vow of a new beginning, but Clara sensed that all were gripped by an enormous amount of anticipation. Vivians' warning remained in her mind, and she was constantly reminded of the difficulties they had yet to face.

As she made her way through the camp, Clara’s thoughts shifted to the heart of Nyx and the pains they had triumph over. She felt its power yearning within her, an origin of vigor and harmony that had carried the pack together in ways she never could envisage.

“Clara!” Ethan’s voice called out, pulling her from her thoughts.

She turned to see him approaching, his expression a mix of excitement and concern. “What’s going on?”

“Marcus is calling a meeting,” Ethan explained, his eyes scanning the camp. “He wants everyone to gather at the great hall. It sounds important.”

Clara nodded, her heart quickening with anticipation. “Let’s go.”

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The great hall