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The cavern buzzed with energy, the witches’ chants echoing in the damp, stony space. The relic in my pocket hummed louder, a sharp vibration that felt like it might tear through me. The air was thick, crackling with a tension that pressed down on my chest. Tom stood in the center, his hands outstretched, his red eyes glowing brighter than ever. Zara lingered behind him, her head bowed, her hands trembling at her sides. “Lola,” Tom said, his voice carrying over the noise, calm yet commanding. “Give me the relic. Now.” I tightened my fingers around the pouch, glaring at him. “You’re wasting your time, Tom. I’d rather die than hand it over.” He tilted his head, studying me like I was a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. “You say that as if I’m giving you a choice.” “I’ll never help you,” I shot back, my voice firm. “You can threaten me all you want, but I won’t let you destroy everything we’ve worked for.” Tom laughed, the sound cold and sharp. “You think this is about destructi

The morning sunlight streamed into the war room, making the maps and papers on the table, Marcus and Jessica talked about strategies. He looked calm on the surface, but I knew him well enough to see the tension in his jaw and the stiffness in his shoulders. He was carrying the weight of everything—our pack, our survival, and now, this new threat we had unleashed. As I stood quietly by the doorway, Mike caught my eye. His sharp gaze softened for just a second, and he motioned for me to come over. I obeyed without hesitation, my boots echoing softly against the wooden floor as I walked to his side. “Lola,” Mike said in a low voice. “I need to talk to you. Let’s step outside for a minute.” I nodded, ignoring the curious glances from Jessica and Marcus as I followed him out of the room. We walked down the hallway in silence until we reached his office. Once inside, Mike closed the door firmly behind us. He leaned back against it, folding his arms across his chest. “You’ve been qu

The quiet hum of the packhouse was a stark contrast to the chaos inside me. Even though we had spent the last few days planning, preparing, and strategizing, there was still an undeniable tension in the air. Everyone seemed to sense it—the heavy feeling that something was coming, something that none of us fully understood.It wasn’t just the shadow that was weighing us down anymore. It was everything. The future felt uncertain, and for the first time, I wasn’t sure if we would make it through this fight.“Lola,” Mike said, his voice cutting through my thoughts. I turned to find him standing at the door to my room, his expression serious.“What’s going on?” I asked, feeling my nerves tighten. There was something in his gaze that I couldn’t place.“There’s someone here,” he said, stepping into the room. “A new ally—or at least, they claim to be.”I frowned. “A new ally?”Mike nodded. “They’re waiting in the main hall. They say they have information about the shadow. Something that could

The clearing around us was alive with tension. The shadows had been vanquished, but there was no sense of relief in the air. Instead, a thick silence hung heavily, broken only by the heavy breaths of our pack. We had survived, but the victory felt hollow.I stood amidst the ruins, the ground still trembling from the power unleashed moments before. The shadow had recoiled, but its grip remained, lingering in the edges of my thoughts, my every movement. We had pushed back the darkness, but I knew it wasn’t over.Mike stood next to me, his hand gripping mine tightly, but there was no comfort in the touch. His eyes were locked on the horizon, watching as the last vestiges of the shadow faded into the night. His expression was hard, unreadable.“It’s not over,” he muttered, his voice rough. The weight of his words hung between us like a storm cloud.“I know,” I replied, my own voice laced with unease. My gaze swept over the pack—Marcus, Jessica, and the others were scattered, recovering fr

The morning sun filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow across the packhouse. It was a quiet morning, but the weight of what we had learned hung heavily over us. After everything that had happened—the fight, Dorian’s cryptic words, the talk of sacrifices—we knew that the worst was far from over.Mike was beside me as we sat at the kitchen table, the pack gathered around in quiet discussion. The usual sounds of clinking mugs and light chatter were absent. Instead, the tension in the room was palpable. Everyone was on edge, waiting for someone to make the next move."Alright," Mike said, breaking the silence, "We need to figure out our next step. We’ve got limited time, and the longer we wait, the worse it’ll get."I nodded. "Dorian's right about one thing. We can’t fight this head-on. We need a plan that can buy us time. But what kind of sacrifice is he talking about?"“Maybe the sacrifice isn’t just a life,” Zara spoke up from across the room. "Maybe it's more than just one