All Chapters of The Curse Within : Chapter 101 - Chapter 105

The battle was chaos, a flurry of fur and fangs as warriors collided in wolf form, each one fighting with a ferocity born of survival and loyalty. The ground trembled beneath the thunder of paws, and the air was thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and fear. But amidst it all, Sofia's heart beat with a steady rhythm, her instincts sharp, her senses heightened as she fought beside Alaric.Her fur was dark, shimmering under the light of the moon as she darted through the battlefield, her mind focused on the task at hand—breaking through Thorne's ranks. Every time she pushed her claws into the earth, a surge of power rippled through her, her connection to her wolf form deepening as her strength grew.She caught a glimpse of Alaric ahead, his silver fur flashing as he tore through Thorne's forces. His eyes were focused, his movements calculated, a deadly force in their own right. The Eclipse Wolf had fully emerged within him, and with every strike, Alaric's dominance over the battlefield

The once chaotic battlefield now lay in eerie silence. The sounds of growling, snarling, and clashing claws had faded, leaving only the sounds of heavy breaths and the occasional cry of the wounded. The scent of blood still hung thick in the air, mingling with the dust and smoke rising from the fire-lit remains of the battle. It was over. Thorne was dead, but the cost had been high.Alaric stood amidst the wreckage, his eyes scanning the field. His fur was matted with blood, some of it his own, some of it from the warriors who had fought against him. He had been at the center of the storm, leading his pack through the carnage, and now, with Thorne’s death, a semblance of peace had returned—at least for the moment.But peace was an illusion.As his eyes flickered over the fallen bodies of Thorne’s warriors, some who had fought fiercely, others who had simply been swept along in the madness of their leader’s ambition, Alaric couldn’t shake the weight of the future pressing down on him.

Three Years Later.The sun was low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the lush green fields surrounding the pack's new home. The once-barren land now flourished, the earth rich with life, much like the bond between Alaric and Sofia. The house, built with stone and wood, sat at the edge of the forest, just far enough to feel the wildness but close enough to the pack’s heart. It was a symbol of their triumph, of their new beginning, and their unwavering strength as leaders.Sofia sat on the porch, a soft breeze ruffling her hair, as she watched her two pups playing in the yard. Sifa, the older of the two, bounded around with the energy of a small wolf, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. His fur, a deep, rich brown, gleamed under the sunlight, much like Alaric’s. Sara, a one-year-old bundle of joy, followed her brother’s every move, her golden curls bouncing as she tried to mimic his every action, though she was still finding her feet. Her laughter filled the air, a sound so