The atmosphere was heavy with anxiety. The terrifying creature in front of us growled, its molten golden eyes examining each of us like a hunter choosing which victim to strike first. Corwin moved ahead, his gun shining in the moonlight. “Remain back here,” he commanded, his tone strained with authority. I stayed still. My heart raced, yet there was something in the creature's eyes that entranced me. It felt as though they were gazing directly into my soul. “We can't waste time on this,” Dahlia hissed, her claws extending. The beast emitted a deep growl, its tone harsh and eerie. "You've released the seals." “Are you aware of what you've set free?” I gulped nervously, holding tightly to the pendant hanging from my neck. "Who are you?" I insisted. It scoffed. “I am what your forebears attempted to eliminate.” The Shadowed Wolves. "And now, you will confront the repercussions of their deceit." "What do you mean?" I inquired, my voice trembling. The being inclined its head, enter
The shadows engulfed me entirely, yet I could still hear Dahlia’s voice above, calling out my name. Her screams reverberated, faint and far away, as though they belonged to a different realm. I remained motionless for a moment, the agony from the fall spreading throughout my body. I was not by myself. The set of shining golden eyes observed me, unflinching, as a deep growl echoed in the atmosphere. My heart pounded within my chest, yet I compelled myself to rise. The necklace hanging from my neck glowed subtly, lighting up the stone walls nearby. "Who is it that you are?" I murmured, my voice shaking. The figure advanced, its massive form appearing more like a shadow than a solid being. “The inquiry is, who are you?” My lips parted, but no sound emerged. Dahlia’s voice pierced the quiet above me. “Daisy, wait a moment! "I'm on my way!" “No,” the creature whispered, its golden eyes slitting. "She is unable to intervene." "Not at this moment." Prior to my reply, the earth below
The light in Dahlia’s eyes immobilized me. Golden, shining like dual suns. It wasn't normal. It wasn’t she. “Dahlia,” I murmured, advancing carefully. "What is happening?" "What were your actions?" A smirk formed on her lips. "Do you sense it, Daisy?" The energy in this location? It exists. "It’s awaiting." Kai edged forward, his tone cutting. “Dahlia, wake up.” “Anything this may be, it’s playing tricks on your mind.” Dahlia chuckled, a harsh, cutting noise that sent a shiver down my back. "Tampering with me?" No, Kai. “For the initial time, all is evident.” I tightened my hands into fists. "You’re not being coherent." Let’s leave this place. "Together, we can solve this." Her grin faded, and she regarded me with an expression resembling sympathy. “You still fail to comprehend, right?” The necklace I wore started to scorch, its warmth spreading through my torso. Dahlia glanced at it, and her demeanor stiffened. “You shouldn’t possess that,” she remarked, her tone soft and men
The murmurs of the pack were more intense than before. At every turn, I could hear someone whispering. Most voices hushed as I walked by, but the intensity of their gazes remained. The pressure was overwhelming, and it only intensified when Dahlia disappeared during the collapse. Though no one voiced it directly, I sensed the silent inquiries: Where is Dahlia? Why have you come here without her?* I repositioned the pendant on my neck, its known weight anchoring me. Kai strolled next to me, his expression as strained as mine seemed. “We require answers,” I whispered. He gestured with his head. “Responses and potentially some support.” The group is searching for a scapegoat. “They've already found someone,” I said, my tone resentful. Before Kai had a chance to respond, a voice cut in. "Daisy!" "Here you are!" I looked to spot Lila, a younger Omega, running over to me. Her dark curls sprang with every step, yet her expression was tense with anxiety. “What is that?” I inquired. "
The woods buzzed with anxiety, each rustling leaf and cracking branch quickening my heartbeat. Kai sprinted without pausing, his wolf shape gliding like a phantom among the woods. I held onto his fur tightly, my thoughts whirling with Elias's enigmatic caution. "They'll eliminate you simply to reach me." Who were those people? What reality did Elias believe I should be aware of? And the most urgent question was whether Dahlia was truly still alive? I had little time to reflect. Kai abruptly came to a halt, his ears rotating. "What is that?" I softly spoke, easing off his back. He moved swiftly, his hand pressing against my mouth. “Quiet.” "Hear." I listened intently. Initially, there existed only the gentle murmur of the wind among the trees. Then I sensed it, a gentle whisper of voices, subdued and secretive. Kai gestured for me to come along, his actions quiet and intentional. We stealthily approached the noise, maneuvering through the thick foliage until the voices became mo
The trees surrounded us tightly as Kai and I sprinted. The turmoil from the packhouse still echoed in my mind Gregor's claims, the pack's skeptical gazes, the rallying cry for battle against the rogues. My chest ached with each step, yet it wasn’t fatigue. It was rage. Misunderstanding. Terror. "What does he mean I've caused this for them?" I yelled above the wind. Kai looked back, his expression serious. “Gregor is losing his grip.” He feels afraid. "When leaders are in a state of panic, they seek out someone to hold accountable." "Indeed, he discovered his scapegoat," I whispered, avoiding a low-hanging branch. Kai brought his movement to a halt, clutching my arm. "It's beyond that, Daisy." “He believes you pose a threat.” "Risky?" I chuckled with bitterness. “I can hardly stay on your level.” "What aspect of me shouts 'danger'?" Kai hesitated before responding. His quietness disturbed me more than what he said. "You sensed it, didn't you?" he eventually remarked. "Experienc
The earth shook under my feet as the blazing wolf howled, its bright eyes fixated on me. My intuition urged me to flee, yet my legs remained still. I stood frozen in place, my wolf awakening within me, not out of fear but out of familiarity. “Daisy, wake up!” Kai’s voice broke the spell. He seized my arm, pulling me back just as the wolf leaped, its enormous jaws snapping at the spot I’d occupied. "What is that object?" I yelled, tripping as Kai dragged me into a run. "An old one!" Kai shouted above the sound of the fire. “A protector of ancient traditions!” "An overseer?" “It seems like it intends to eliminate us!” Kai remained silent. He pushed me into a tight gap between the rocks, his actions quick and frantic. “Go in there!” “How about you?” “I'll postpone it!” “Absolutely not!” I took hold of his arm. "We remain united." The wolf’s howl became more intense, and the atmosphere around us shimmered with warmth. Kai muttered an curse quietly, pulling me into the crevice ju
Dahlia's claws cut through the air, and I just managed to avoid them in time. The strength of her strike knocked me off balance, my heart racing in my chest. Dahlia! “Cease!” I yelled, my voice quivering. "What are you up to?" She did not respond. Her eyes blazed with rage, shining like coals in the night. Her wolf shape shimmered around the borders of her human form, as though she was battling to maintain control. “You're deceitful, Daisy!” she hissed, her tone low and threatening. “You have deceived everyone here.” “I have no idea what you mean!” I attempted to stand firm, yet the power of her stare caused me to waver. Kai walked in front of us, his blade shining under the moonlight. "Dahlia, that's sufficient!" This is not the path. She chuckled with sorrow, her eyes moving toward him. "Are you supporting her?" "You're not even aware of her true identity." "I know sufficient," Kai replied, his tone calm. "And I recognize this isn't who you are." Dahlia's mouth twisted into
The world had contracted to the area between my arms and Dahlia’s motionless form. The turmoil of the battleground was a faint buzz, the shattered howls of wolves a subdued resonance. The only noise I could perceiving was my uneven breath while I held her, the blood on my hands had begun to dry yet still felt warm. “Dahlia,” I murmured, nudging her softly as if that would revive her. Her head tilted to one side, her formerly sharp eyes half-shut, the spark in them lost. No, no, no. My chest rose and fell as I held her tighter, pressing my face into her stained hair. "You must not abandon me." "Not in this way." A soft rasp emerged from her lips, and I paused. Gently, I withdrew, my heart racing. Her eyes partially opened, just a crack, and for an instant, she gazed at me not as an opponent, not as a competitor, but as my sister. “I’m here,” I stated, tears flowing down my cheeks. "I am here." Her lips were in motion, yet no sound emerged. I moved in nearer, eager to catch what s
The atmosphere was charged with crackling energy, a heavy weight that bore down on my chest with each breath. With each step I made toward the ritual chamber, the weight felt greater than before, as if the ground itself was plotting against me. On the battlefield, I observed Dahlia stumble, her body suffering from the same magic that consumed me. Our gazes locked for just a fleeting instant, and I noticed a spark of fear, a silent request, and something indefinable. “Dahlia!” I yelled, my voice consumed by the wailing gusts of the eclipse’s force. Before she had the chance to respond, Castor's voice boomed across the battlefield, intensified by the ominous magic enveloping him. “Wolves of Silvermoon, behold the beginning of a new age!” he declared, positioned at the heart of the whirlwind. His body started to change, the contours of his shape fading as the ritual took over him. “What is he up to?” Rowan yelled, tripping over to join me. I could hardly reply, my attention fixed o
The battlefield was filled with confusion. Wolves collided, fangs exposed and claws tearing in the strange glow of the eclipse. Shadows contorted strangely over the terrain, with the sun’s dim corona being the sole source of light on the bloodied ground. My heart raced in my chest as I battled through The Forgotten’s ranks, with Rowan alongside me. “Daisy, right behind you!” Rowan yelled, rushing ahead to block a rogue who had approached too near. I whirled, cutting through yet another foe before facing Rowan again. "We must continue to advance!" "Castor isn’t going to wait for us to discover him!" Rowan cleaned the blood from his face, his eyes filled with resolve. "We'll reach him." “However, if we don’t halt their armament, none of this will be important.” I nodded, looking at Soren, who was guiding a few people toward The Forgotten’s supply cache. His expression was determined, his actions exact as he and his group disappeared into the turmoil. "Best of luck, Soren," I whispe
The initial sliver of shadow moved across the sun, enveloping the battlefield in a strange dusk. The previously overwhelming clamor of readiness and whispers of anxiety turned quiet, supplanted by a silence so profound it seemed to breathe. My breath caught as I looked up at the sky, the universe seemingly pausing for what lay ahead. “We have no time left,” Soren stated next to me, his tone quiet yet determined. I agreed, clutching my weapon more firmly. "We proceed now." "Without any doubt." The initial howl shattered the quiet, a call from our scouts marking the commencement of the assault. The noise was instinctive, unrefined, and it sent a chill through my body. "Let's wrap this up," I snarled, spearheading the attack. Within the stony confines of Silvermoon, Dahlia glided like a shadow, her movements stealthy and precise. She trailed Castor through twisting hallways, her senses amplified as the eclipse's power coursed through her. The murmurs in her head grew louder, nearly
The sky was unsettled, marked with shadows that grew darker with each passing moment. I remained at the perimeter of the battlefield, the heaviness of the air compressing my lungs. The eclipse approached, its energy surging through my veins like a warning I was unable to overlook. I tightened my fists, steadying myself as the ground beneath my feet shook. Surrounding me, the whispers of my companions broke the silence, a soft resonance of anxiety, resolve, and the delicate hope that this wasn’t the conclusion. “Daisy,” Fenris’s voice shattered the quiet. He positioned himself next to me, his expression serious yet composed. "The rest are waiting." I nodded, pulling my eyes away from the dimming skyline. “Let’s complete this.” Within the war tent, the atmosphere was heavy with tension. A temporary table displayed a map of Silvermoon, its landscape outlined with quickly sketched lines and circles. My most reliable companions Fenris, Rowan, Soren, and several others gathered around i
The moon loomed large in the heavens, its borders engulfed by darkness as the eclipse started. Shadows swelled across the battlefield, not merely a physical darkness but an overwhelming, alien presence that weighed on my chest and screamed in my ears. I sensed it deep within me, a chilling vibration of energy that ignited every nerve. By the way the fighters near me tensed up, I realized they sensed it as well. “This feels unnatural,” Fenris growled, exposing his teeth. He stood next to me, his knuckles pale gripping the handle of his sword. “No, it isn’t,” I replied, my voice scarcely heard over the increasing wind. I raised my eyes to Silvermoon, its lofty walls a striking outline against the crimson sky. Somewhere in that space, Castor was orchestrating the movements, and Dahlia... Dahlia was expecting. "Postures!" I yelled, compelling myself to concentrate. “Gather together and maintain your position!” The group quickly arranged themselves, with wolves transforming into their
The breeze cut sharply across my face, bringing the aroma of pine and the faint buzz of unease. We advanced together like a pack of wolves in human and altered shapes, their breaths misting in the frigid air. Each step seemed weightier than the previous, making us feel as though we were being pulled toward the conclusion. “Silvermoon is located just over that hill,” Soren stated, speaking softly. He gestured toward the uneven row of trees in front. "The external defenses will be dispersed, yet they will be aware of our approach." "They consistently do." Fenris walked alongside me, his shoulders rigid and his jaw clenched. His typically serene demeanor had fractured in recent days, exposing something unrefined beneath the exterior. "You're really silent," I remarked, looking at him. He made a grunting sound but didn’t reply. "Fenris," I urged, softening my tone. “What are you thinking about?” He reduced his speed, letting the others move in front of us. When he finally began to s
The evening atmosphere was heavy with unease, the far-off cries of wolves cutting through the stillness. Daisy positioned herself close to the camp's border, gazing at the shadowy horizon. The burden of her decisions weighed down significantly on her heart. Each choice she faced seemed like another risk, and she was losing time to wager judiciously. Footsteps stirred behind her. Fenris drew near, his face faintly illuminated by the flickering flames. “We have an intruder,” he stated, his voice taut yet composed. "An elder hailing from Silvermoon." States he has something to convey to you. Daisy's forehead creased. "A senior?" Here? “From Silvermoon?” Fenris agreed. “He states it’s critical.” Daisy promptly accompanied him to the heart of the camp. The fighters had assembled, whispering to one another while they watched the hooded individual by the flames. The old man's hands shook gently, his face etched with years and fatigue. “Who is it that you are?” Daisy insisted, moving ah
The campsite was still, aside from the muted moans of the wounded. Daisy sat close to the fire, gazing at the dancing flames. The burden of the ambush enveloped her like a dense mantle. Surrounding her, the warriors still present murmured in low voices, their uncertainty slicing through the atmosphere like a knife. “She's powerful, but is that sufficient?” one voice whispered. "Another person mentioned, 'We’ve already lost countless others.'" "Perhaps we ought to minimize our losses and depart." Daisy’s jaw grew tense. She compelled herself to appear composed, yet her heart was racing. Fenris drew near, his expression serious. "You've listened to them," he remarked, taking a seat next to her. "I've listened," Daisy responded, maintaining her tone calm. He moved in closer. "They aren't mistaken, Daisy." We’re outnumbered, outclassed. Perhaps it's time to retreat and gather in a more secure location. "We cannot protect Silvermoon in this manner." She faced him, her eyes burning w