Hazel's POVAs I hurled the third corrupted toward the soldiers, their rough, weathered faces contorted in a mixture of disgust and determination. Their gruff voices filled the air, exchanging terse commands and coordinating their efforts to contain the threat. "Secure the perimeter!" one of them - the guard captain I think - shouted, his voice carrying over the din of battle. "We've got more coming!"The people I had doing experiments on the corrupted had pulled through and provided a kind of scented mixture that drew the corrupted like moth to a flame. As much as I did not want to leave any lurking in the forest, I also wanted them all.That mixture has just saved a group of people quite a few beatings."You there!" I called out to a young soldier, his eyes wide with fear as he glanced in my direction. "Go find Damian and bring him to me. Now!"The soldier nodded frantically, his movements swift as he darted off into the fray, disappearing into the tangled mass of bodies that now th

Mia's POVThe underground tunnels loomed before us, dark and foreboding, as Lycidas and I hurriedly slipped through the concealed entrance. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, driving me forward with a sense of urgency as we navigated the winding passages in search of Alpha Fenrir."We need to find him quickly," I whispered, more to myself than not, my voice barely audible over the sound of our footsteps echoing against the stone walls. There was nothing else I could think to do, truly.The urgency of our mission spurred us forward as Lycidas and I darted through the concealed entrance to the underground tunnels. The darkness swallowed us whole, but we pressed on, guided by the single-minded determination to find Alpha Fenrir and deliver our urgent message.As we navigated the labyrinthine passages with practiced ease, our footsteps quickened with each passing moment. The dim light of our torches cast flickering shadows against the walls, illuminating the way as we raced towards our

Lycidas' POV The sun hung high in the early afternoon sky, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow across the forest floor as Mason and I swiftly shifted into our wolf forms, our instincts guiding us as we set out into the warmth of the day. The transformation was seamless, the familiar sensation of fur sprouting from my skin and bones elongating into a sleek, powerful form washing over me like a wave.The familiar rush of power and freedom washed over me, a welcome sensation after the tension of our earlier encounter. With a flick of my tail, I signaled to Mason, and together we set off into the depths of the forest, our senses keen and alert.With a low growl of anticipation, I bounded forward, my senses heightened as I led the way to the hunting grounds we knew lay nearby. The forest stretched out around us in a vibrant tapestry of greens and browns, the scent of prey tantalizingly close as we moved with purpose through the dense underbrush. It was our turn to hunt for the pa

Lycidas' POVAs Mason and I made our way back to the underground entrance, the weight of the deer carcass hanging heavy between us, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the pit of my stomach. It was as if the eyes of some unseen watcher were boring into me, their gaze following our every move with unsettling intensity. The anxious feeling that had tormented me before we got the deer was back, unfortunately, and it seemed like it brought friends.I glanced nervously over my shoulder, my senses on high alert as I scanned the surrounding forest for any sign of danger. "Mason," I whispered, my voice tight with apprehension. "Do you feel that? Like we're being watched?"Mason's ears twitched in acknowledgment - more of my words than the veracity of my statement if the twist of his muzzle meant anything - his gaze sweeping over the surrounding foliage as he searched for any sign of the mysterious presence that seemed to be haunting us. "I don't see anything," he replied,

Lycidas' POVMason's brow furrowed in confusion as he studied the tracks, his mind no doubt racing with a dozen different theories. "But how is that possible?" he wondered aloud. "And what's with all these strips of cloth and shirts?"I followed his gaze to where strips of fabric lay scattered along the forest floor, each one stained with rapidly fading blood. The sight sent a chill down my spine, a sense of unease settling over me like a heavy blanket."I don't know," I admitted, my voice barely more than a whisper. "But I have a feeling we're not going to like what we find."I don't think I would like to meet whatever is doing this either.With a silent nod, Mason and I set off into the forest, our senses on high alert as we followed the trail of tracks and bloodstained fabric deeper into the darkness. The air was thick with tension, each rustle of leaves and snap of twigs sending a jolt of fear coursing through my veins.Together, we gathered up the evidence of our findings, carefu