All Chapters of The Damned Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ethan's intellect hustled, still reeling from the vile message carried on the wind. The abyss, the huge substance that had debilitated the balance between worlds, was not hiding within the shadows. It was here, closer than ever, with its dull rings amplifying towards their haven. But there was no time to waver. The pack needed to prepare, and Ethan knew that whatever was coming would require more than just brute energy.As the pack came together, a sense of unease undulated through the air. The once energetic group, sure in their capacity to face any adversary, now appeared burdened with an implicit fear. Ethan stood before them, his look clearing over the recognizable faces, each one a companion, a comrade, bound together by loyalty and the shared conviction that they could safeguard their world. But the abyss was unlike any enemy they had ever faced.Clara moved to stand beside Ethan, her presence a steadying force. “We can’t let fear break us,” she whispered, her eyes searching for

Ethan felt the weight of the forest squeezing down on him, an overwhelming, choking presence that appeared to cover the first light. The cry that had resounded through the trees was still resounding in his intellect, sending chills down his spine. It wasn't just any cry; it was something remotely more evil, a sound that talked of ancient malice.Clara's eyes extended as she felt the unease inching into her bones. “What was that?” she whispered, her voice scarcely capable of being heard over the stirring of the leaves.Ethan shook his head, his faculties on a tall alarm. “I do not know, but whatever it is, it's nearby.”They stood in tense quietness, each intuition shouting at them to run, to get as far away from this place. But Ethan knew they couldn't run off, not without answers, not without knowing what new danger had appeared from the shadows.Just as he was about to move more profoundly into the forest to explore, a figure arose from the trees, moving with a liquid elegance that

The earth proceeded to tremble underneath their feet, the spiked split extending as something ancient force hidden underneath the surface started to come forth. Ethan and Clara stepped back, their eyes bolted on the rising darkness, an inky mass that appeared to retain the very light around it. This was no insignificant shadow, it was a sign of the abyss itself, a precursor of the fate that had debilitated to engulf their world."We have to get back to the pack," Ethan said, urgency binding his voice. "We can't face this alone."Clara nodded, her expression a mix of determination and fear. "If we don't stop it here, it'll spread. Everything we've fought for will be lost."Ethan reached for her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We'll stop it. Together."The two turned and ran, their footsteps echoing through the once-still forest as they raced back toward the heart of the pack's territory. As they neared the clearing where their comrades waited, the sounds of preparation reached t

The night air was overwhelming with tension as Marcus, Clara, and Ethan stood at the edge of the forest, gazing into the expanding abyss where their last fight awaited. The shadows turned and writhed underneath, a living, breathing entity that debilitated to devour everything in its way. But they knew they had no choice, they had to plummet into the profundity and protect Mariam and the others caught inside.Ethan, still exhausted from his fight against the heart of the chasm, fixed his hold on Clara's hand. “Are you certain about this?” he inquired, his voice raspy but determined.Clara nodded, her eyes filled with resolve. “We can’t leave them down there, Ethan. They’re counting on us.”Marcus stepped forward, his eyes scanning the darkness below. “We’ll make it through,” he said, his tone firm. “We’ve come a long way not to succeed.”With a silent agreement, they began their descent. The air became colder as they moved more profoundly into the chasm, the dividers around them narrow

As at the time Marcus, Clara, Ethan and the others had returned to their pack's territory, the night had already settled in. The journey was tense, each step filled with the approaching fear of the light's return. The forest had returned to its ghostly stillness, but the silence was no consolation, it was the kind that signaled threat just past the edge of perception. The pack members, sensing the gravity of their return, gathered in the central clearing. The council was summoned, and the leaders of the pack assembled within the huge stone structure that served as their meeting place. It was a place where vital decisions were made, decisions that influenced not just the pack but the balance between their world and the abyss. Marcus, still bearing the weight of their recent encounter, stood before the council with Clara and Ethan at his side. Mariam and the other rescued captives were seated nearby, their faces reflecting the fear and uncertainty that had gripped them since their esc