Semua Bab The Outcast’s Fate: Bab 11 - Bab 20

The path twisted like a serpent beneath Samantha’s feet, the damp earth muffling her steps as the trees thickened around her. Dawn had barely broken, casting a pale light over the Black Ridge Mountains, but the forest ahead swallowed the sun whole. Fog curled around tree trunks, ghostlike and cold. Her breaths came shallow, not from exhaustion—but from the bone-deep awareness that she was no longer protected, no longer wanted.Behind her, three guards trudged in silence. They weren’t the cruel type—at least, not like the ones who had laughed when her name was spat with scorn before the Council. These ones were quieter. Older. Their steps slower, less sure.The youngest of the three, a tall man with russet hair and a scar slicing through one brow, kept glancing her way, guilt etched in the lines of his face. His name was Kael. She remembered him faintly—he’d once helped a pup from a mud pit during a storm. That had been years ago. Before her world collapsed.“You don’t ha

The air was thick with tension. The words “Shadowfang Ruins” hung in the air, too heavy to ignore, too dangerous to embrace. Alex’s hand still hovered over Samantha’s mouth, her eyes wide with fear, while Ronan’s face had gone pale. Derek, ever silent, stood apart, but his gaze remained locked on Samantha with an intensity that made her feel as though she was standing on the edge of something vast and incomprehensible.“Are you insane?” Alex whispered, voice trembling. “The Shadowfangs? No one comes back from there. Not a single soul who has ever entered those ruins has lived to tell the tale.”Ronan, his hands clenched into fists, took a step forward. “It’s not just a myth, Sam. It’s a place filled with curses, dark magic, and monsters. You can’t go there, not without the blood of a wolf. You’ll be walking into your own grave.”Samantha took a deep breath, trying to steady the pounding of her heart. She had expected this reaction, but that didn’t make it any easier to h

Samantha stood at the entrance of the Shadowfang Ruins, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her heart racing as the weight of the moment settled upon her. The ancient ground before her seemed to stretch into infinity, the stones covered in a thick blanket of moss, their surface worn by the passage of centuries. The ruins rose like sentinels, their jagged edges piercing the sky, shrouded in an eerie silence that pressed in on her. The air was heavy with the scent of earth and decay, yet there was an undeniable feeling of power—of something old, something vast, watching her from the shadows.The Shadowfang Ruins were more than just ancient; they were alive with the echoes of the past, their very stones pulsating with the memories of the wolves who had come before her. The spirits of ages long gone seemed to whisper on the wind, their voices murmuring beneath the stillness, almost as if they were waiting for her. The air around her grew colder, and she felt a chill crawl up her spi

The voice echoed again through the ancient hollow, rumbling like a forgotten thunder:“We did not take your vision, child.”Samantha’s breath caught in her throat. The tears that had stained her cheeks froze in place as a strange warmth coursed through her chest. She blinked rapidly, still surrounded by suffocating darkness, but somehow it no longer felt like blindness—it felt like… a waiting.“A-Am I dreaming?” she whispered, trembling. “Why can’t I see then, ancient spirits? Why is it so dark?”The voice returned, calm yet commanding, as though it carried centuries of wisdom and pain.“You are deep within the Shadowfang’s heart. The light here fades for all, but you still stand… because you belong.”Samantha’s fingers trembled against the cold stone beneath her knees. “Belong? What do you mean?”There was a pause, and then the voice filled the cavern again:“You carry the blood of the wolves, child. That is why your vision remains within you. Had yo

The wind whispered through the trees that night, a low mournful sound that matched the ache in Samantha’s chest. Two nights had passed since she fled the Shadowfang ruins, stumbling out of the dark cave with more questions than answers. She hadn’t been able to tell anyone what happened there, what the ancient spirits had said, or what she had felt. Who would believe her anyway? That she, Samantha, the outcast girl with no known bloodline, might be something… more?She sat alone at her small camp, the cold earth beneath her no longer offering comfort. Her small fire was dying, flickering low as if echoing the exhaustion in her bones. She had just two strips of dried meat left and a cracked waterskin. She hadn’t eaten since dawn, and her lips were parched, her stomach a pit of hunger. But worse than all that was the gnawing uncertainty inside her.She had nowhere to go. The pack she once tried to belong to had turned its back on her. And the spirit cave, though it offered