The test results for the drink came out, showing that it contained no poison. Magnus breathed a sigh of relief, as it had been difficult for him to imprison someone who had faithfully served them for so long. He immediately ordered the Gamma guards to release him from the prison cell, hoping this would ease the growing tension in the pack. Magnus felt a weight lifting off his shoulders, imagining the relief on the face of the imprisoned servant who had been wrongly accused. He wanted to offer a personal apology and assure him that his loyalty was never truly in doubt.However, just as the order was given, one of the Gamma guards burst into the room, his face pale and eyes wide with fear. "Alpha," he stammered, struggling to catch his breath. "The prisoner... he's dead."Magnus froze, his mind reeling with disbelief. "What?" he thundered, his voice echoing through the hall. "How did this happen?"The guard hesitated, clearly shaken. "We found him hanging in his cell, Alpha. It looks li
The situation in Tribiano was growing more dire with each passing day. And the question of who the real traitor was remained unanswered. Magnus and Lara had exhausted nearly every option to save their people, yet hope remained elusive. Desperation had driven them to seek out the Wolf Healer once more, hoping for a solution they might have overlooked.As Magnus brooded over the worsening circumstances, lost in the maze of his thoughts, he felt someone's presence. He turned to see Cyrus, the Wolf Battle Leader, standing behind him. Despite the gravity of their situation, Cyrus's presence was a steadying force."Anything I can do for you, Alpha? I am always at your service," Cyrus said with a respectful bow of his head. His eyes, sharp and unyielding in battle, now held a sincerity that made Magnus feel he could trust this young warrior.Magnus hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "Cyrus, can I ask you something?" he began, clearing his throat. "How old are you?""I am 1
"Do you really trust him that much, dude?" Alex's voice suddenly cut through the air from behind Magnus. Startled, Magnus turned to face him, realizing he hadn't even noticed Alex's approach. He had been so consumed by his thoughts and the weight of his decision that everything else had faded into the background."Yes, dude," Magnus replied after a moment of hesitation. He met Alex's gaze directly, his expression resolute. "I saw the sincerity in his eyes. There’s something about Cyrus that feels... genuine. Like he’s driven by a cause greater than himself." He paused, studying Alex’s face. "Why, dude? Have you noticed something suspicious?"Alex exhaled deeply, the kind of sigh that suggested he was wrestling with his own thoughts. "I'm sorry, dude," he began, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "But there was a time... a fleeting moment, really, when I saw something in him. A certain darkness in his eyes. It wasn't like the usual fire or determination we're used to seeing in
Magnus was pacing back and forth on the terrace, the moonlight casting long shadows across his tense form. His thoughts were a whirlwind of worry and anticipation, each step echoing his growing impatience. He kept glancing toward the darkened forest path, silently willing Cyrus and his companions to emerge from the shadows with good news. The Wolf Healer was their last hope, a potential lifeline in their fight against Lord Draven and the queen of darkness, Thana. The silence of the night amplified his anxiety, every rustling leaf making his heart skip a beat.He told Lara to take a rest, convincing her that she needed to conserve her strength for what lay ahead. She had reluctantly agreed, her worry for their son evident in her eyes, but exhaustion had finally overtaken her. Now, Magnus found himself alone with his thoughts, battling the nagging fears that crept into his mind. What if Cyrus couldn't find the Wolf Healer? What if they were too late to save Ethan?His hands clenched int
Lara couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that clung to her, long after she had woken from the nightmare. It wasn't the first time she'd experienced such vivid, haunting dreams. Last time, it had been their son, Ethan, who had appeared in her dream with eyes devoid of warmth, a mere shadow of the boy she loved. He had turned on her in that dream, his innocent face twisted with a malevolent rage as he tried to kill her. The sheer terror of it had left her rattled for days, the image of her own child attacking her burned into her memory. And now, this dream with Cyrus—so disturbingly real, so clear that it was as if she could feel the chill in the air, hear his voice echoing in her ears.Her gaze drifted to Magnus, who had finally fallen asleep beside her. His face, usually so strong and commanding, looked almost peaceful in slumber. Yet, even in his rest, she could see the lines of worry etched into his brow, the exhaustion weighing heavily on him. He was carrying so much—trying to be
Magnus was saddened by the news that Cyrus had returned to the villa alone. Another group of warriors had lost their lives in the treacherous forest, and the weight of their deaths added to the heavy burdens he was already carrying. It would have been bearable even if Cyrus had not succeeded in finding the Wolf Healer, so long as everyone had returned alive. The loss of his men, the brothers he had fought beside for years, was a blow he could scarcely endure.The atmosphere in the villa was tense, the air thick with grief and the silence deafening. Magnus could feel the eyes of the pack on him, searching for strength and guidance, but he was drowning in his own despair. The memories of each fallen warrior haunted him—their laughter, their loyalty, the way they had looked to him for leadership. Now, they were gone, and their absence left a gaping hole in his heart."It's okay, dude," Alex said softly, placing a comforting hand on Magnus's shoulder. His voice was steady, but Magnus coul
Equipped with all the necessary weapons, Magnus, Lara, and Alex set off towards the forest under the cover of darkness. Each carried a variety of blades, crossbows, and silver-tipped arrows, knowing they might face creatures lurking in the shadows—beasts and entities that regular weapons couldn't harm. They also brought along vials of wolfsbane and a few precious potions gifted by the pack's healer, meant to strengthen their senses and protect them from dark magic.Magnus led the way, very alert as they moved quietly through the villa's grounds. The paths were tricky, with lots of bushes and tall trees that made it like a maze. The moonlight barely reached the ground, making spooky shadows that danced with the branches. Every little sound made them nervous, but they kept going, trusting their own instincts to guide them the way.Lara stayed close behind Magnus, her eyes constantly scanning their surroundings. She could feel the weight of each weapon against her body, the coolness of t
When Magnus, Lara, and Alex reached the heart of the forest, an eerie silence enveloped them. The trees around them were ancient and gnarled, their twisted branches forming a canopy that blocked out most of the moonlight, casting dark, shifting shadows on the forest floor. The air was thick with tension, every rustle of leaves sounding like a whisper of danger. They had heard rumors about this place, tales of creatures that lurked in the depths, but none of them were prepared for what lay ahead.Suddenly, a bone-chilling howl echoed through the forest, a sound that made the hairs on the back of their necks stand on end. It was not the cry of an ordinary wolf; it was deeper, more guttural, filled with a malevolence that sent shivers down their spines. Magnus exchanged a tense glance with Lara and Alex. They knew this could only be one thing: their enemy had sensed their presence."Stay alert," Magnus muttered, his voice low and steady. His eyes scanned the darkened surroundings, and ev