Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dangerous Game- Love in the Strangest Place: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

"Keep low, Elias," Sama Arthur panted, her cheek against the cold, wet earth. The smell of rot and eerie brush clung heavy around them, a sharp contrast to the reassuring woods of their pack lands. "We're close. I can feel it."Elias, his own senses strained to the breaking point, nodded silently. He was an older wolf, his fur a salt-and-pepper gray, his eyes filled with the quiet wisdom of many seasons. He was a tracker, a scout, and a man who had seen things that others only whispered about. He had been chosen for this task not because of any strength, but because of any patience and his great knowledge of the old ways."The air is. heavy here," Elias whispered, his voice a soft growl. "This is not merely forbidden land, Sama Arthur. This is dead land. Something here has poisoned the land itself.""That's what Paul Wason's maps indicated," Sama Arthur said, her eyes on the thick row of trees up ahead. "This is where the old stories locate the 'Whispering Stones,' where the Weavers are

"I don't care what you think you saw, Paul Wason," snarled Dean Wason, his voice low and menacing but still holding a hint of his recent savage rage. He was imprisoned in a rough cell, the massive iron bars a reminder of the damage he had inflicted and the fear he had created among his own pack. The rage was done, to be supplanted by cold, boiling resentment. "The knot in my head is no lie. The odor on her. it's an indicator of betrayal."Paul Wason stood on the other side of the bars, the bruise on his cheek from the punch he had taken still visible. Dickson stood next to him, his face somber. "The pack is destroyed, Dean Wason," Paul Wason snarled, his voice flat with a deep feeling of betrayal. "You almost destroyed the fields. You attacked your own Beta. You've pushed this entire community to the point of destruction.""I am the Alpha," Dean Wason declared, his eyes burning with a killing fire. "My decisions are my own. The pack's stability is tied to my own. If I am not stable, the

"This is a mistake, Paul Wason," Dickson growled, his voice low and frustrated. He was in Paul Wason's office, the office that had been Dean Wason's seven days prior. The scent of Dean Wason, a scent of power and dominance, still clung to the air, a ghost that refused to leave. "You're not ready for this. You're a Beta. You're not the Alpha. This will only bring more chaos."Paul Wason, sitting behind the giant oak desk, sighed deeply. He ran a hand through his hair, his brow furrowed with a mix of weariness and the heavy weight of a responsibility he didn't want. "I didn't want it, Dickson. But someone needs to do this. The Tribunal was adamant in what it told us. The pack needs an Alpha, even if only temporary. I am the only one that they will accept right now.""They'll let you in because you're Dean Wason's brother," Dickson scoffed, his eyes burning bright with unyielding loyalty. "But you're not him. You don't present yourself. You don't have the same connection to the pack. The p

"No good, Paul Wason," Timothy said, his voice serious. The healer braced against the sorcery-wood of the reinforced door, his hands on the hard surface, his head bowed. The stench of Dean Wason, an aroma of wild rage and unleashed power, seeped through the thickened defenses. "The magic is holding, but his wolf. it's a storm. It's a full, irreversible change. He's not in there anymore.""He's gotta be," was Paul Wason's firm declaration, his face scratched and pale from his wild dash through the woods. "He's my brother, Timothy. He's gotta be in there somewhere. We just have to get to him.""We can't," Timothy stated, his voice filled with an abiding sadness. "The Weaver's thread. it's not a magical knot anymore. It's a spiritual, physical parasite. It's embedded itself in his mind. It's consumed the human part of him, leaving only the wolf. He's a wild creature, Paul Wason. He's a threat to us all. Even to you."And then, in the cell, was a snarl of rage, a guttural snarl, a sound that

"The price," Sama Arthur panted, her hand quivering mere inches above the ruby relic. "What was the price, Mother? What did you pay?"Crayons Arthur, his face a mix of awe and fear, stood in the shadows. "Sama Arthur, don't," he implored, his voice a suffering whisper. "You have no idea what that thing is. That's not a healer's tool. It has. an age to it. Something deadly. You shouldn't touch it.""This is no instrument, Arthur Crayons," she said, gazing at the pulsating obsidian splinter. "This is a key. A key to the past. A key to a truth that was withheld from me. This is the only means by which I can free Dean Wason. This is the only means by which I can understand the Weaver's thread. I must have the truth."She took a deep breath, and with a silent, unflinching resolve, she dipped her hand into the red glow. The moment her fingertips made contact with the artifact, a searing, jagged pain shot through her, and her eyes exploded into a maelstrom of color and light. She was electri