The news of the Prime Wolf’s bones had spread like wildfire, igniting panic throughout the werewolf territories. The very foundation of their world seemed to shake with the knowledge that something ancient, something terrifying, had begun to stir beneath the earth. Some wolves called for immediate retreat, desperate to escape the rising power they couldn’t control. Others, however, turned their suspicion toward Caitlyn, questioning if she was still tied to the Prime Wolf’s bloodline, wondering if she would be used as a weapon against them.
Factions formed, old fears resurfacing. A group of powerful alphas met in secret, plotting to seal Caitlyn away for the "good of the packs," believing that her connection to the Prime Wolf made her too dangerous to be left unchecked. They spoke in hushed tones, their faces shadowed with doubt, but none could deny the power that was growing within Caitlyn. She was both their salvation and their greatest threat.
Raymo
Back in Eldoria, the air felt thick with unease as Caitlyn, Raymond, Kane, Bree, and Selene studied the corrupted Alpha they had dragged from the tunnels. He lay still now, his body pale, eyes vacant yet flickering with the remnants of something alive, something malevolent. His voice came in broken fragments, as though the words were struggling to make sense, each one carrying the weight of a prophecy long forgotten.“She is the echo,” the Alpha muttered, his voice cracked and uneven. “He is the beginning. You cannot kill the root with petals.”His words made little sense, but they felt like pieces of a puzzle that Caitlyn didn’t want to solve. The truth of the Prime Wolf was bleeding through her mind in a way she couldn’t stop, and the longer they studied the Alpha, the more the feeling of being trapped in something vast and dark crept closer. She knew it wasn’t just the Prime Wolf’s influence—it was her connection
Caitlyn’s boots crunched against the rocky floor as she led the small, elite unit down into the dark tunnels beneath the mountain. The air was thick with humidity, the oppressive warmth curling around her like an ancient presence, whispering secrets from the stones themselves. Raymond walked beside her, his hand never straying far from hers, his eyes always on her, unwavering in their quiet support. Kane and Bree flanked them, their expressions hard and focused. Every step they took was calculated, every breath measured. They knew the stakes. They had come too far to fail now.Their weapons, light-bonded and forged with Caitlyn’s blood, pulsed with a quiet hum. Selene had blessed them with the magic needed to cut through whatever darkness lay ahead. Each sword, each blade, gleamed with an ethereal light, flickering like the stars they had once fought beneath. Yet even with these weapons of power, there was no doubt in Caitlyn’s mind: they were walking into t
The air around the mountain was thick with unease, vibrating with an energy no one could see but everyone could feel. The Prime Wolf’s jaw had finally cracked open, releasing a soundless roar into the world, and though no words were spoken, the effect was undeniable. A whispering voice began to fill the air, creeping through the very earth itself. It wasn’t a voice that formed sentences or spoke with clarity—it was an impulse, a primal suggestion. Surrender. Hunger. Obey.Wolves across the continent began hearing it. It was subtle at first, like a shadow brushing the back of their minds, but soon it became louder, more persistent. Packs started turning on each other. Old rivalries that had lain dormant for years reignited. Suspicion spread like wildfire through the territories, igniting paranoia. Some wolves, feeling the call, went rogue, claiming that the “voice of the origin” was calling them home, urging them to embrace the power buried deep w
The news of the Prime Wolf’s bones had spread like wildfire, igniting panic throughout the werewolf territories. The very foundation of their world seemed to shake with the knowledge that something ancient, something terrifying, had begun to stir beneath the earth. Some wolves called for immediate retreat, desperate to escape the rising power they couldn’t control. Others, however, turned their suspicion toward Caitlyn, questioning if she was still tied to the Prime Wolf’s bloodline, wondering if she would be used as a weapon against them.Factions formed, old fears resurfacing. A group of powerful alphas met in secret, plotting to seal Caitlyn away for the "good of the packs," believing that her connection to the Prime Wolf made her too dangerous to be left unchecked. They spoke in hushed tones, their faces shadowed with doubt, but none could deny the power that was growing within Caitlyn. She was both their salvation and their greatest threat.Raymo
The mountain continued to groan, its very foundations shaking as the earth split open, revealing what had long been buried beneath centuries of stone and silence.The weight of the collapse was immense, the cracks in the earth revealing a skeletal structure unlike anything Caitlyn or Raymond had ever seen before.Ribs the size of ancient trees rose from the stone like some forgotten titan, claws like towers stretching out in grotesque, skeletal elegance.The Prime Wolf’s body had not just been buried—it had been entombed in the very roots of the world, hidden away by an ancient force no one truly understood.Caitlyn stood at the precipice, gazing down into the exposed cavern, her breath catching in her throat.The bones, massive and twisted, were both awe-inspiring and horrifying, their size overwhelming.Every instinct told her to retreat, but something stronger—something deeper—urged her forward. This was no ordinar
The tremors had not stopped. All across the werewolf territories, the earth continued to shake, groaning as though the very roots of the world were being torn apart. Alphas had reported their wolves unable to sleep—some pacing restlessly, others howling without knowing why. Their calls echoed through the night, disjointed, filled with a primal unease.Caitlyn felt it too, the shifting power in the air. Her wolf, once afraid, now felt challenged. It was no longer hiding in fear—it was rising, responding to something beneath the earth. A rival was calling, a force that refused to be ignored, and her wolf sensed it. The presence of the Prime Wolf—its hunger, its dominance—was tangible, pressing against her like an ancient force, daring her to acknowledge its existence.Raymond, ever alert to her, caught the subtle shift in her posture. “We need to prepare,” he said, his voice steady but laced with concern. “We can’t wait for