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“If we can identify the ritual Arlo is planning, we can break it before he completes it.” I trace the inked runes on the parchment, my skin prickling. The language is foreign, the symbols jagged and uneasy, but something in my wolf reacts. As if part of me recognizes the danger etched here. “We’ll need to study it,” I say. “Learn every counterspell, every line of defense. If he thinks I’ll walk blindly into his trap, he’s wrong.” Soren’s eyes meet mine. “This won’t be easy, Hilda. But if anyone can fight him from the inside, it’s you.”

It was only the beginning of what came next. My kind was only called to rise when there was a large enough threat against the Goddess' creation. When monsters stopped hiding in shadows and evil grew bold enough to build empires in the light. That was why I had risen again. The realization settled over me like armor as I circled Vladimir, my paws scraping across centuries-old cobblestones slick with blood. Phoenix fire rolled over my fur in slow, deliberate waves, its warmth kissing my skin while the cool night air brushed against my muzzle. The scents of smoke, iron, magic, and blood swirled together until the battlefield carried a smell I knew all too well.

"There's a leader, a human with a twisted grin. He's holding a ancient tome, bound in black leather. The cover is adorned with silver runes, pulsing with dark energy." Rosalind's vision zoomed in on the book. "The runes are a mix of human and werewolf script. I can feel the power emanating from it, a dark and malevolent force." Cathryn's voice was grim. "That's the Order's grimoire. They've been searching for it for centuries." Rosalind's vision shifted, revealing a massive army of humans and werewolves, gathered at the edge of a city. "I see an army, Mom. They're preparing to strike, to take over the world."

“You dare look down upon us as if you have attained victory?” Rogue nodded, showing Nave that he was positive that he had victory in his grasp. “Yes, I do. Now then, come forth and kneel” He said and removed his hand from his pocket. He unfolded his palm; and made it face the army before him, A rune emerged from the epicenter of the palm and grew in size. It oozed an ominous aura... The aura emitted hues of obsidian miasma, and from within multiple hollowed construct emerged, they took the form of humanoid entities and revealed the people and deities he has killed in battle.

Lex threateningly pointed at Essex who looked ready and willing to take my place just as his father appeared. I was ready for an all right brawl. “What is the meaning of this? I retire and leave for only a little while to return to...THIS?" Lex's father angrily asked. "Father, let me catch you up," Essex offered to redirect his anger. "Don't touch me! What's this I hear about you breaking Rose's heart? Don't answer that! You are a fucking disgrace to the Tirado name!" He growled trying to strike Essex across the face, but Essex caught his hand in mid-swing. "Make that your last time trying to strike me, old man!” Essex growled before winking at me and walking away. "Honey! Please help me sto

Wizards compare runes to my blood patterns. Generals open fleet channels. Plans form fast. Alliances forge in fire. Earth bleeds below—black scars spreading. But the Storm Queen has arrived. The pack is coming. The Court is rising. We will not fall. We will fight. For every city. For every life. For our world. **To be continued…**

Messengers arrived constantly with reports: strange energy storms, ancient ruins activating, wolves experiencing shared dreams across distant packs. The world itself was reacting. Selene placed an old scroll onto the war table. “We found this in the restricted archives,” she said. The parchment looked older than anything I had seen before, its ink glowing faintly silver. Theodore unfolded it carefully. At the top was a title written in ancient script: The Cycle of Balance. Selene translated slowly. “When imbalance reaches its peak, the Blood Heir awakens.” “When the Heir meets the Keeper of Order…” she glanced at me briefly, “…the Final Trial begins.”

I tasted iron on my tongue and smiled. Rael stumbled as another tremor shook the citadel. “He’s bleeding into the runes! They’re overloading!” “Exactly what we need.” I rose, spreading my hands. The runes responded, drinking the power until the light turned blinding. “The more he gives, the deeper he sinks.” Outside, through the narrow windows, the valley twisted with fire and shadow. I could feel every heartbeat in that field, every scream swallowed by the storm. It was music, and I was its composer.

Let me destroy them both. My body hit the rocks. Pain. Darkness. But then... something else. A surge of power, ancient and wild, wrapping around my broken bones. Heat flooded through me, electric and alive. A voice whispered through the void, feminine and eternal: Your prayer is heard, daughter of the moon. You were never weak. You were never broken. You were dormant, waiting. Rise again. Awaken your true self. And take everything they tried to steal. Then everything went black...

“You are saying that millions of worlds or dimensions or even parallel planes could potentially decide to wage war on Silver Crest?” “Silver Crest has been invaded once before and because of that, I recognise this words on this strange book because I have seen it before. It is Norse Language. The alphabets are called Runes. Every word scribbled is imbued with spells. This is a book of spells and stories.” “Can you read it?” I asked. “I do not want to but I have this feverish need to glimpse into the secrets this book holds.” He answered. “What of the repercussions of reading it?” I asked. “Surely there has to be one.”