Semua Bab Feral Secret : Bab 81 - Bab 90

The tension in the air is almost unbearable as the leader of the hunters steps into the clearing. His presence is imposing, and the sheer aura of menace that surrounds him makes it clear that he’s not here just to observe. I can feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me, and every instinct tells me that we’re on the brink of something monumental.The pack members, still recovering from the earlier skirmish, immediately fall into a defensive stance. I can see the determination in their eyes, reflecting my own anxiety and resolve. We’ve come too far to falter now. The ritual is nearly complete, and the stakes have never been higher.The leader of the hunters strides purposefully towards the ritual site, his movements deliberate and precise. He’s tall, clad in dark, heavy armor, and his face is obscured by a hood. His eyes, however, are visible and gleam with a cold, calculating intelligence. There’s something almost otherworldly about him, and I can sense that he’s more than

The ground beneath my feet seemed to shift as his words sunk in. Before I could process what he meant, a sudden wave of dizziness hit me like a hammer. My vision blurred for a moment, and when it cleared, everything around me seemed…darker, as though the world had been plunged into shadow.“What…?” I gasped, my voice barely audible. I swayed on my feet, fighting to stay upright.“You feel it, don’t you?” Donovan said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “That’s the darkness reaching out to you, Cheryl. It’s been waiting for you.”I struggled to steady myself, the strange weight pressing down on me, making it harder to breathe. But I fought it. I had to. Luke and the pack were counting on me.But as I took a shaky step forward, something changed. The ground beneath me wasn’t solid anymore. It felt like sinking into quicksand. The battlefield disappeared, swallowed by darkness, and suddenly, I was alone—adrift in an endless void.Panic clawed at my chest. Where am I? What’s happening?

The power surges through me, and I unleash it. The light within me explodes outward, consuming the shadows, devouring them. Donovan tries to fight back, but it’s no use. His control is slipping.Suddenly, the ground beneath us trembles violently, cracks snaking through the earth like veins of molten fire. Donovan’s eyes darted around wildly, panic now etched across his face.“No!” he roars, clawing at the air as if trying to grasp something just out of reach. “This can’t be happening!”The darkness swirls faster, convulsing, as though it’s alive, desperate to regain its hold. But I won’t let it. I focus, drawing all the power I’ve been gathering—the ancient knowledge, the strength of my bloodline—and I push harder.A blinding light erupts from within me, so bright it scorches the edges of my vision. I hear Donovan scream, his voice filled with a primal terror that sends chills down my spine. But I won't stop. I keep pushing, driving the darkness back, deeper and deeper until, finally,

The darkness oozes through the clearing like a living thing, creeping closer with every beat of my heart. I push Cheryl behind me instinctively, my body tensing as I stare down the shadowed figure standing before us. The air is thick with danger, but all I can think about is keeping her safe.“Luke,” she whispers, her voice trembling, but her hand on my arm is strong. I glance back at her, and for a split second, all the chaos and fear around us fades. The bond between us hums with power, more potent than ever after everything we’ve been through. But her eyes—wide and filled with worry—are what ground me, what keeps me focused.I turn my attention back to the creature, my muscles coiling, ready to spring into action. But something about it makes my wolf hesitate. This thing, whatever it is, isn’t human. It isn’t even fully real. The way it moves—shifting in and out of the shadows—tells me it’s something else, something ancient.“Luke, don’t engage with it,” Cheryl urges softly, her vo

The air around us seems to thicken as my dad’s brother steps into view. I can hardly believe it, and yet, there he is—alive. The pack stirs in confusion and disbelief. I feel Cheryl tense beside me, her grip on my hand tightening as if grounding herself in the moment. I turn to Callum, who looks like he’s seen a ghost. His eyes are wide, his jaw clenched, as though he’s processing the reality of the man walking toward us. Cillian stands still, his gaze locked on his brother’s, but his expression is unreadable. I know he’s good at hiding his emotions when necessary, but this—this is something else."Is that…?" Cheryl whispers, her voice barely audible.I nod slowly, not taking my eyes off the man who’s just shattered everything we thought we knew. "Yeah, that’s him.""How is this even possible?" Callum murmurs, stepping forward. "He’s supposed to be dead."Dad’s brother—Lukas—pauses a few feet away from us, his eyes scanning the pack, taking in each one of us as though cataloging the