I gritted my teeth as the mark on my arm blazed with fury. The air hummed with an energy I couldn't explain, and the luminous symbols throughout the room pulsed in sync with my heartbeat. The only thing keeping me rooted was Lucas's hand, firmly in mine.
With his silver eyes staring at me as if he could see something I couldn't, Thalion stood in the middle of the great hall. My spine tingled as the wolves around us chanted in low, guttural tones, their voices a chilling symphony.
With a strong and resonant voice, Thalion declared, "You bear the blood of the Primordial Line. The first of our kind, the ones who molded the wolf-wild balance."
I gazed at him, my thoughts racing. "I don't comprehend. What are you discussing?"
Though his tone remained stern, Thalion's gaze softened. "Child, the mark on your arm is not an accident. Your ancestry is represented by this sign, which is extremely powerful and responsible."
"Power?" I shook my head and echoed, "I have no authority. I'm just—"
With a slight lift in his voice, Thalion interrupted, "You are not 'just' anything. The tragedy of your existence and the circumstances of your birth have concealed the strength that lies latent within you. However, it is now awakening, and it is quite dangerous."
Lucas took a step forward, his jaw clenched. "What sort of risk? I must know whether she is in trouble."
Thalion looked at Lucas with sharp eyes. "Beta, you already know. The forces pursuing you are not only seeking retribution. They want to take possession of what is inside her."
I tightened my chest as I glanced between them. "What is the claim? What's within me?"
Thalion motioned for me to approach. I walked forward reluctantly, my legs feeling like they might collapse at any second. His fingertips brushed the mark on my arm as he extended his hand.
I gasped as a blast of fire rushed through me the instant he touched it. A woman with eyes like mine saying words I couldn't comprehend, wolves running under a blood-red moon, and a tall figure shrouded in shadows were among the memories that rushed through my mind.
"What was that?" My voice trembled as I asked.
"Snatches from your history," Thalion remarked. "It was thought that your lineage was extinct. With powers that could either bring harmony or chaos, the Primordial Wolves were the first to set foot on this planet. The last of their descendants is you."
Lucas's protective instincts kicked in, and he pushed me back a little. "Why hasn't someone informed her of this before if she is so important? She was left in the dark, but why?"
Thalion's face grew serious. "Because the people who were supposed to keep her safe didn't. To protect her, the truth was concealed, but now it is no longer the case. Those who want to take advantage of her power have already started their hunt."
My voice was no more than a whisper as I gulped hard. "What sort of power are we discussing here?"
After examining me for a while, Thalion pointed to the wolves surrounding him. "Take the artifacts with you."
A number of wolves advanced with what appeared to be ceremonial and old items—a bundle of herbs that smelled of dirt and sharpness, a bowl fashioned out of stone, and an elaborate dagger.
Thalion declared, "This is the first step. A ceremony to reveal your inner truth."
With panic building in my chest, I retreated a step. "Ordinary? What sort of custom?"
Lucas gently placed his hand on my arm and said, "Anna. If you're not ready, you don't have to do this."
Thalion squinted his eyes. "Her abilities will become uncontrollable if she doesn't. Would you like her to confront that without realizing who she is?"
Lucas paused, his eyes darting to mine. "It's up to you," he said at last.I inhaled deeply as my thoughts raced. It was no longer just about me. If Thalion was right, if I didn't take charge, the danger we were in would only increase.
Despite my stomach churning with anxiety, I responded, "I'll do it," in a firm voice.
Thalion gave a nod of approval. "Then let's get started."
The wolves moved with precision and purpose as they arranged the relics in a circle. I grudgingly complied with Thalion's command to kneel in the middle.
My head was swimming from the strong smoke that filled the air when he lit the herbs. His voice was deep and musical as he started to chant in a language I didn't understand.
He lifted the dagger high, and it glinted in the faint light. His voice reverberated as he stated, "This blade symbolizes the severing of ignorance. Are you willing to accept the truth, despite its potential pain?"
"Yes," I replied in a shaky voice.
A single drop of blood fell into the stone basin after he jabbed the blade into my finger. The shouting became louder as the symbols in the room burned brighter.
Thalion remarked, "Your blood awakens the bond to your ancestors. You have to confront your inner truth now."
The environment appeared to distort as the smoke grew thicker. Something was pulling at me from deep inside, as if it were being pulled to the surface.
All of a sudden, I was outside the hall. The air crackled with energy as I stood in a huge, unending emptiness. A woman with silver hair and eyes that matched mine appeared out of the shadows.
"Who are you?" My voice echoed as I asked.
She gave a small smile. "As the first Primordial Wolf, I am your ancestor. And my legacy is you, kid."
She slammed her words at me, and I stumbled back. "Why me? I'm not interested in any of this."
She remarked, "You do not choose destiny. However, how you use it is up to you. Anna, your power is both a blessing and a responsibility. It will require giving up something."
The emptiness broke before I could reply, and I found myself back in the hallway. The symbols dimmed, and the chanting ceased suddenly.
With a solemn gaze, Thalion knelt in front of me. "It's finished. Your adventure has started."
I heaved my chest as I glanced at Lucas. "Now what?"
Thalion's eyes grew gloomy. "You have to get ready now. The forces pursuing you will do whatever it takes to seize your authority. And there will be disastrous repercussions if you are unable to control it."
With my luggage draped over my shoulder and a weary but determined heart, I stood at the edge of the woodland. Beside me were Lucas and Maia, whose faces reflected mine: a mixture of resolve and melancholy.Cain came toward us, his eyes full of resolution but his face etched with fatigue. Although he had been among Oliver's most devoted soldiers, the insurrection had altered him. We were leaving him in control after he had fought with us and put his life in danger for the pack."Are you sure about this?" he said softly.I gave a nod. "Cain, you're the greatest option. You are trusted by the pack. They will follow you."He paused, his eyes darting between Maia and Lucas. "How about the three of you? Where are you going?""Somewhere new," was all I said. "A place where we can start again."Cain's face softened as he nodded. "You've done enough for this pack. More than sufficient. Go if this is what you need. We'll be alright."I said my
In the broken remnants of Nightshade's great hall, the firelight wavered, creating unsettling shadows on the stone walls. I had nothing left to offer the pack, but they continued to hover, perhaps awaiting guidance. There was still a weight in my chest. I didn't feel like I had won, even though Oliver was defeated and his rule was overthrown by the people he used to rule.Sitting next to me on a splintered wooden bench, Maia was looking off into space as she absently traced a scar over her arm. Ever the guardian, Lucas stood a few feet away, his gaze sweeping the still audience.After a long pause, Lucas whispered, "They need a leader." He spoke in a quiet, wary tone. "Someone to rebuild what's left."Slowly, I nodded. "They need someone," I said, then looked over at Maia.She stiffened as I stared at her. "Don't even think about it."I cocked my head. "Why not?"She gave a dry laugh, but it was devoid of any humor. "Becaus
The trumpet's call echoed through the broken remains of Nightshade, a sound that once sent fear rippling through the pack but now carried a different weight. A summons. A reckoning.I stood in the heart of the pack's gathering grounds, where months ago, I had watched Leo be condemned to death. My fingers tightened into fists at my sides as I forced myself to take in every detail... the stone platform, the lofty arches, the wooden beams above that had once felt oppressive. The torches flickered, casting long shadows against the walls, just like they had that night.Only this time, it wasn't Leo standing before the pack.It was Oliver.He was on his knees in the center of the hall, bound, his body battered and broken. Blood matted his dark hair, his once-imposing body slumped forward in exhaustion. The very warriors who had formerly battled under him stood around the perimeter of the hall, their gazes flitting between me and the fall
There was silence on the battlefield.The silence was not one that resulted from relief or tranquility. It was the thick, stifling type that comes after a storm, as though the world itself was holding its breath. The ground was covered in fallen people, and the air was heavy with the smell of smoke and blood. With a mixture of amazement and incredulity, the rebels who had survived the slaughter and were still standing glanced at Anna.Oliver was lying at her feet, immobile and broken. His burnt body stood out sharply against the blood-soaked ground below, and his once-imposing figure had now collapsed into a crumpled heap. He was not yet dead, but he was very nearly so. His chest rose and fell in weak, irregular spasms, and his breaths were shallow.With her shoulders heaving and her hands still burning dimly from the last of her power, Anna stood over him. Her hair was knotted and wild, and her face was stained with blood and filth, but her ey
All I could do was observe.My entire existence begged me to step in, step in, and support Anna as she faced Oliver alone. However, I was unable to.I shouldn't.This was her fight.Standing opposite Oliver, Anna's body was bruised and covered in blood, yet her unwavering will remained burning. I had never seen the raw electricity crackle in the air around her before. It was hazardous, untamed, and wild. There was nothing weak about the dim glow that flickered from her palms, like a fading ember. The ground beneath her boots seemed to be reacting to her, quivering in expectation of what lay ahead.Oliver rolled his shoulders and grinned as though this were merely a minor annoyance. I shuddered at his self-assurance. For so long, he had ruled by terror, destroying anybody who tried to oppose him. He now considered Anna to be simply another idiot who believed they could prevail.However, she wasn't.
The battlefield was a bloody, chaotic nightmare.The night was filled with screams as the rebels gave it their all in battle, but Oliver's forces were unrelenting and mercilessly defeated us. My muscles ached from the never ending battle, and I was breathing in ragged breaths, but there was no time to pause. Another life was lost with every second that passed.Maia was down.Across the field, I saw her fall, hitting the ground with a horrible crack. As I surged at her, avoiding an enemy's claws at the last second, my stomach knotted in terror."Maia!" I fell on my knees next to her. Her breathing was shallow, and blood was leaking from a deep wound along her shoulder.Her body trembled uncontrollably as she attempted to push herself up. "I'm fine," she rasped, but I could tell she wasn't."You're not," I said as I applied pressure to the cut. My palm was stained by the warmth of her blood, and my chest developed a hollow hole.Lucas s