The moon was still high in the sky by the time Lyla made it back to the house, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She slammed the door shut behind her, leaning against it as her heart thudded like a drum. The events of the forest replayed in her mind the chilling howl, Eli’s intensity, and the strange feeling that something in Silverwood wasn’t quite right.
She peeked out the window, half expecting to see golden eyes staring back at her or Eli watching from the shadows, but the yard was empty. The forest beyond was quiet now, though its darkness seemed to breathe, waiting.
Shaking her head, Lyla turned off her flashlight and trudged upstairs to her room. She didn’t sleep much that night, the memory of Eli’s voice echoing in her mind: There are things in this forest you’re not ready for.
The next morning at school, Lyla couldn’t stop thinking about Eli. She wanted answers, but Eli wasn’t the kind of guy you could just corner and interrogate. Clara’s warnings from the previous day rang in her ears Silverwood has its secrets.
She found Clara at lunch and slid into the seat across from her. “Hey,” she started casually.
“Hey yourself,” Clara replied, smiling. “How’s the adjustment? You settling in?”
“Sort of.” Lyla hesitated before continuing. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, as long as it’s not about algebra. I suck at algebra.”
Lyla smirked. “What’s the deal with Eli Blackwood?”
Clara’s face stiffened for a moment before she quickly recovered. “I told you yesterday he’s complicated. Why do you ask?”
“Because last night, I saw him in the forest. He told me I shouldn’t be there. That it was dangerous.”
Clara’s smile faded entirely. “You went into the forest?”
“Yeah,” Lyla said, lowering her voice. “I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to explore. What’s the big deal?”
Clara leaned forward, her expression serious. “The forest isn’t safe, Lyla. People say there are wolves out there. Big ones. Aggressive.”
Lyla felt a chill creep down her spine. “I saw one,” she admitted.
Clara’s eyes widened. “You what?”
“It was huge. Black fur, golden eyes. It didn’t hurt me, though. It just… stared at me.”
Clara looked around, as if checking to make sure no one was listening, then lowered her voice further. “Lyla, I don’t know how much you’ve heard about this town, but Silverwood is different. People don’t talk about it openly, but there are stories about the forest. Strange things happen there. People disappear.”
“Disappear?”
Clara nodded gravely. “My cousin went missing two years ago. He was last seen heading into the woods. They never found him.”
Lyla’s throat tightened. “What does this have to do with Eli?”
Clara hesitated, then said, “I don’t know everything, but Eli’s family has lived here for generations. Some people say they… know the forest better than anyone. If he told you to stay out, you should listen.”
That evening, Lyla decided to avoid the forest altogether. She holed up in her room, flipping through an old sketchbook. Drawing usually helped her relax, but tonight, her mind wouldn’t focus. Images of the black wolf and Eli kept surfacing, unbidden.
The soft creak of the porch swing outside made her pause. She froze, listening.
Creak.
Creak.
Someone or something was sitting on the swing.
Lyla’s pulse quickened. She crept to her window and peeked through the curtains. At first, she saw nothing, just the faint outline of the swing moving back and forth in the dim light of the porch. But then she noticed a figure standing at the edge of the yard, partially hidden by the shadows of the trees.
Her breath hitched. It was Eli.
What was he doing here?
Lyla didn’t think. She slipped on her shoes and hurried downstairs, ignoring the voice in her head telling her this was a bad idea.
When she stepped onto the porch, the air was crisp and cool, carrying the faint scent of pine. Eli hadn’t moved from his spot by the trees. His hands were stuffed into his jacket pockets, and his gaze was fixed on the forest.
“What are you doing here?” Lyla demanded, crossing her arms to hide the fact that her hands were shaking.
Eli turned his head slowly, his green eyes glinting in the faint light. “I told you to stay out of the forest.”
“And I did,” she shot back. “But you didn’t answer my question.”
He stepped closer, his movements deliberate and unhurried. Lyla held her ground, though her heart pounded in her chest.
“I was checking to make sure you listened,” he said, his voice calm but laced with something unspoken.
“You don’t even know me,” Lyla countered. “Why do you care what I do?”
Eli’s jaw tightened. For a moment, he said nothing, his gaze piercing hers. Finally, he spoke. “You don’t belong in this. You’re better off keeping your distance from the forest, from me.”
The cryptic warning only fueled Lyla’s frustration. “Why does everyone in this town act like I’m going to break some unwritten rule? If something’s going on here, just tell me.”
“It’s not that simple,” Eli said.
Lyla took a step closer, her anger outweighing her fear. “Then make it simple.”
Before Eli could respond, a low growl rumbled from the forest behind him. Lyla’s stomach twisted as the sound echoed in the still night. Eli’s posture stiffened, and his eyes darted toward the trees.
“Go inside,” he said firmly, his voice low.
“What? Why?”
“Lyla, now.”
The growl came again, louder this time, and Lyla didn’t need to be told twice. She backed toward the house, her heart racing as she slipped inside and locked the door. Peering through the window, she saw Eli turn to face the forest, his body tense like a predator preparing to strike.
And then, he was gone.
That night, Lyla dreamed of wolves.
In her dream, she was running through the forest, her bare feet pounding against the earth. The air was alive with the sound of howls and the rustle of leaves. Shadows darted around her, keeping pace, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t see their faces.
The black wolf appeared ahead of her, its golden eyes glowing like twin suns. It stared at her, unblinking, before throwing back its head and howling. The sound was so loud, so piercing, that it shook her to her core.
When she woke, her room was bathed in moonlight. She sat up, her chest heaving, and realized her hands were clenched into fists.
“What is happening to me?” she whispered.
The following day at school, Lyla found herself distracted. Every noise, every movement, seemed amplified. She caught herself scanning the halls for Eli, but he was nowhere to be found.
At lunch, Clara approached her table with a worried expression.
“Hey, have you seen the news?” Clara asked, sliding her phone across the table.
Lyla glanced at the screen. The headline made her blood run cold:
Local Man Missing Near Silverwood Forest.
Her eyes darted to the accompanying photo. It was a man she didn’t recognize, likely a hiker or a camper. The article mentioned that he had last been seen near the forest’s edge two nights ago.
“I told you,” Clara said quietly. “This place isn’t normal.”
Lyla didn’t reply. Her mind was racing. The growls she’d heard the previous night, Eli’s cryptic warnings, the wolf she’d seen in the forest it all felt connected.
That evening, Lyla waited by her window, hoping Eli would show up again. Hours passed, and just as she was about to give up, she saw him standing at the edge of the yard.
This time, she didn’t hesitate. She grabbed her jacket and stormed outside, her frustration boiling over.
“Eli!” she called.
He turned, his expression guarded.
“What’s going on?” Lyla demanded. “The missing man, the wolves, the forest what aren’t you telling me?”
Eli ran a hand through his hair, looking exasperated. “Lyla, you don’t understand. This isn’t something you can just”
“Then make me understand!” she interrupted. “I’ve seen things, Eli. I’m not imagining this. If you know something, you owe it to me to tell me.”
For a moment, Eli looked at her, as if weighing whether to trust her. Finally, he sighed.
“Meet me tomorrow night,” he said. “At the clearing where you saw the wolf. I’ll explain everything.”
“Why not now?” Lyla asked.
“Because once you know the truth,” Eli said.
The embers had faded, but the fire Lyla had lit would never go out.The Elders were gone.Their rule, their control nothing but dust on the wind.But the world would not stay empty for long.Power did not die.It waited.Eli stood beside her, watching the Bloodmarked gather. "They’ll expect a leader."Jorah nodded. "The packs will want answers."Dani smirked. "They’re not gonna like what they hear."Caelum studied Lyla carefully. "Are you ready for what comes next?"She already knew what came next."We don’t give them a new ruler."The Bloodmarked listened."We give them something better."The wind stirred, carrying her words across the battlefield."A world without masters."The warriors bowed their heads.The torches burned low.And the new world one without kings, without thrones, without chains began.The wind howled through the ruins, carrying the last traces of the Elders’ rule into the past.The Bloodmarked stood waiting.For a command.For a future.For her.Eli’s voice was lo
The ruins were still.The Elders were gone, their empire reduced to ash and memory.But Lyla knew that victory came with a cost.And that cost had yet to be paid.Eli stood beside her, his blade still in hand. “This isn’t over.”Jorah surveyed the battlefield, golden eyes sharp. “The Elders ruled through fear. But fear doesn’t die with them.”Dani exhaled, rolling her shoulders. “No, but we sure as hell gave it something to be afraid of.”Caelum remained silent, his silver gaze locked on Lyla. Waiting. Watching.Because this was where most conquerors stumbled.Not on the battlefield.But in the moments after.Lyla had taken power.And now, she had to decide what to do with it.The Bloodmarked waited.For her next move.For her next command.For the future she had fought to create.She lifted her chin, her voice steady."We didn’t fight to take their place."A hush fell over the warriors."We fought to make sure no one ever does."The wind stirred, carrying her words beyond the ruins.
The ruins still smoldered.The Elders were gone, their stronghold reduced to rubble, their rule shattered beyond repair.But the world did not know it yet.And Lyla?She would make sure they did.The Bloodmarked stood behind her, their silver eyes reflecting the first hints of dawn.Eli watched the horizon, his expression unreadable. “Word will spread soon.”Jorah exhaled. “Some will call this justice. Others will call it treason.”Dani scoffed. “Let them call it whatever they want. It doesn’t change the fact that we won.”Caelum remained silent, his gaze fixed on Lyla. Waiting.Because this was her moment.The Elders had fallen.But their shadow still stretched long.There would be others who sought to rebuild their power.Others who would challenge what she had done.And if she hesitated now if she faltered someone else would step forward to claim the throne she had just destroyed.Lyla lifted her chin."We move before they do."The Bloodmarked warriors straightened."We don’t just
The fortress shattered.Magic clashed, slamming into stone and sky, shaking the very foundation of the Elders’ rule.Lyla moved first, silver energy erupting from her hands, cutting through the spells meant to destroy her.She was beyond them.Beyond their control. Beyond their reach.The Elders had ruled for centuries.But now, they were afraid.Caelum fought at her side, his power twisting through the battlefield like living moonlight.Dani danced between shadows, her daggers striking like lightning.Jorah held the line, his golden eyes flashing as his blade cut through the chaos.Eli fought with precision, his strikes sharp, fast, lethal.But Lyla?She was the storm.One of the Elders raised his hands, summoning a barrier of ancient magic, thick as steel.Lyla laughed.And tore it apart.The Elder’s eyes widened.For the first time in centuries, they were losing.Eli’s voice rang out over the battle. "Take them down before they regroup!"Lyla lifted her hand, silver fire crackling
The night air hit Lyla’s skin like a blade.Cool. Sharp. Alive.The Bloodmarked moved behind her silent, waiting, ready.She had led them out of the dark.Now, they would remind the world who they were.Eli walked beside her, his jaw tight. “We hit them first. But how?”Jorah’s golden eyes flickered. “We cut off their influence. Their strongholds, their enforcers.”Caelum nodded. “We do more than weaken them. We make them fear us.”Lyla exhaled slowly, scanning the moonlit forest.The Elders had ruled for too long.They had built their power on lies, fear, control.And now?That power was cracking."We start with the oldest stronghold." Her voice was steady, final. "The one they thought could never fall."The Bloodmarked warriors straightened.Dani smirked. “I like this plan already.”Jorah tightened his grip on his weapons.Eli met Lyla’s gaze steady, unwavering."Then let’s burn their kingdom to the ground."The torches blazed.The wolves moved.And the war began.The forest breathe
The cavern shuddered.Lyla could feel them.Not just the Bloodmarked warriors standing before her but the ones still buried beneath time.The ones who had been locked away. Forgotten.Not anymore.She stepped forward, her silver eyes burning."I woke first," she said, her voice steady. "But I will not wake alone."Caelum watched her, unreadable."Then break the seal."The torches flared, casting flickering shadows against the walls.The others, the warriors, Eli, Dani, Jorah, held their breath.But Lyla wasn’t afraid.Because she knew what she had to do.She lifted her hand, palm open. The mark on her skin burned white-hot.This was what the Elders had tried to stop.Not just their power their return."Rise," she commanded.And the world obeyed.The cavern split apart, cracks racing across the stone.A pulse of magic, sharp and electric, rushed outward like a storm.And thenFrom the depths of the earth, the lost began to wake.The first tremor was small.The second shook the ground b