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It was a fantasy, a dream, a moment of solace in a world filled with uncertainty. The tears flowed freely, and I allowed myself to grieve for the life I had lost and the one that had become an enigma. The party continued inside, oblivious to my solitary musings, and I clung to the imaginary presence of Hayden, seeking answers and comfort in the darkness. The night wore on, and I remained in the garden, lost in my thoughts and the fantasy of Hayden's company. The secrets and mysteries of the Underworld loomed large, and I couldn't escape the feeling that the path I was on would only lead to more enigmatic revelations and unforeseen dangers.

All I can do is pray silently that the nightmare will end as soon as possible. "First things first, Alpha Amon. We didn't come here to answer your questions. We're here to hear answers to our questions, straight from the source." The Elder sets down his glass and glares at me. "You have my full attention, Elder Mercury." "Two days ago, we received a report claiming that an Obsidian lives in this area. It calmed that the Obsidian isn't a part of this pack. Is that true? We assume that you, as the Alpha, would know." My gaze shifts to the voice I haven't heard before. Sitting in place of the old Nightcrawler is his son. I guess the old fart finally died.

We would repeat the narrative until it felt like truth, real truth Ivy the cursed. Ivy the forsaken. The omega who returns and brings death and trouble Numbers would grow Doubt would spread. And when the time came - when we were no longer five, but fifteen… twenty… more ,-- Even red eyes would not be enough to stop us. If I cannot have the Alphas -- No one will. And this pack will remember who truly belongs.....

His eyes softened as he looked at me one last time. “Farewell.” Then his body collapsed. He fell to the ground, lifeless. At the same time, a terrifying scream erupted from inside him. Varkros… The darkness inside Aiden’s body twisted violently, thrashing as if trying to escape. But it was too late. With one final, furious shriek, the dark energy burst outward like black smoke. Then it vanished. Completely gone. Silence fell over the clearing. Aiden’s body lay still on the ground.

Chapter 11: The Enemy's Plan Kael's POV The night was still, yet I knew a storm was brewing. Not the kind that came with wind and rain, no this one was different. This was a storm of power shifting, borders being tested, and blood would spill. I stood in my study, staring at the map of territories stretched across my desk. My gaze lingered on the Silverfang Pack's lands, their borders marked clearly in dark ink. Lucian Blackwood ruled there, and for too long, he had acted as if he were untouchable.

“The one most of us have given up hope on or have long forgotten. The prophecy foretold a Luna that will save us all from our damnation, blah blah. It was foretold that a female will be born of purest blood and form, she will be the guidance blessed upon us to lead us back home where we shall seek redemption for all eternity… just, in another realm than this one, I suppose.” There is a heavy silence between the three of them that hangs in the air like a blanket. Niklas isn’t much of a talker. “What nonsense did you just spew?” Harbin speaks first. “That isn’t what the scriptures and texts say at all.” “As a ranked member and Kai being royalty, we received different education. I’m sure whatev

One of the guys stepped forward, stretching out his hands for me. "Oh, hi. So what is this about?" I asked, after the other guys took turns to introduce themselves. "Well, just a group of people, finally accepting who they are or what the pack tagged us to be rather. The Losers." He explained, with a sly grin. I recognised some of the other guys who had spent the night at our motel the first time I saw Wesley. "So what else do you people do?" I asked. "Solve crimes, you know, do what the supposed alpha favorite son couldn't do." Atlas replied, shrugging his shoulders.

She muttered and left, while I continued walking. Damon folded his arms across his chest and stood far away from the gates. He just observed without saying anything. The mate bond between us ached sharply and mercilessly. I released the pull and looked away first. My steps took me past the gates, barefoot and chin high. He had cast me out and separated me from the pack. But in doing so, he gave me something far more valuable than belonging: freedom. And I had nothing left to lose, which made me dangerous.

Since then, he entrusted me with the task of infrastructure planning for a newly developed area. With time, our repeated intellectual exchange subtly brought us closer. … Meanwhile, Justin’s life was crumbling. I broke our mate bond with a magic scroll. Having lost his fated mate, Justin’s wolf fell into dejection. The consequences of his wolf’s decline were a lot worse than he thought. Justin lost his authority before the pack council, and several major hunting and expansion plans failed massively. Once I was gone for sure, Marissa dropped her act. No longer content with fine clothes and jewelry, she started to demand power and influence.

Although half of it was ruined, one could still make out my youthful smiling face. The embroidered cartoon design on a piece of burned fabric in the corner was still faintly visible. Mom had embroidered it herself, so it was one of a kind in the world. Daniel left with Laura without looking back, completely oblivious to the traces I had left behind.