Chapter 92

Darius, now wearing the form of Garrick, chuckled with an eerie satisfaction. “You wolves are always so amusing with your little dramas,” he remarked, his voice now an unsettling mimicry of Garrick’s.

Thorian, clenching his fists, glared at the shape-shifter. “What do you want, and why are you tormenting us?” The room echoed with a tension that seemed to vibrate in response to Thorian’s question.

Darius, reveling in the chaos he had orchestrated, circled around them with a malevolent grin. “I seek what was taken from me, and I will use the threads of destiny to unravel your pack’s existence.” His words hung in the air, ominous and foreboding.

As the gravity of Darius’s intentions sank in, the wolves exchanged uneasy glances, realizing they were entangled in a web of fate they could not easily escape. The dance of revelation, foretold in the cryptic proclamation, had taken an unforeseen turn, and the wolves found themselves caught in the intricate threads of destiny woven by an ancient