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Chapter 8 – Fractures in the Pack

Author: Daniel Hawley
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-22 06:33:12

The council chamber smelled of damp stone and old smoke. Torches guttered in their iron sconces, throwing long, restless shadows across the carved beams overhead. Kaelen stood at the center of the chamber, shoulders squared, jaw tight, while the elders of the Drazmir pack formed a half-circle around him. Their eyes were hard, their voices sharper still.

“You saw it with your own eyes,” snarled Deyric, one of the oldest among them, his silver beard bristling. “The girl carries a mark that burns with moonfire. That is no blessing, Kaelen—it is a curse waiting to swallow us whole.”

A murmur rose, some nodding in agreement, others watching Kaelen warily. The pack’s future was balanced on the weight of their Alpha’s word.

Kaelen’s gaze swept the circle, catching each man and woman in turn. “Her name is Serenya. She is no curse. That sigil—whatever power it holds—does not make her our enemy. She is under my protection.”

“She is the very reason enemies press against our borders,” spat Loryn,
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