Wake Of Vultures Book Novels & Stories

*Chapter 87: The First Crack in Valleyborn - Extended Version* WordCount~2228~words. *Part 1 – The Silence After the Roar, Day 2, 4:17 AM* Victory is loud. Healing is quiet. Vikram woke before dawn, not to the sound of celebration, but to the sound of nothing. The kind of silence that follows after a thousand wolves roar “Valleyborn” and then go home to think about what they just agreed to.

What he stood to gain from killing the man. Yet I couldn’t ask them. At least not now. Not until I understood my heart. I clutched the book I borrowed from the library tightly to my chest as I crossed the lawn. It was a book about spirit wolves. Ancient beings that existed before wolves came into light. It’s been two days since I started reading it, trying to understand what I saw that night at the shore. Trying to make sense of the being that stood in the light that nearly took my sight from me. At the same time, I was trying to distract myself from Vincent and the silence between us. I stepped onto the lawn, walking past the fountain when I noticed the eyes watching from a distance.

I felt like an alien, with Ivy's curious and fascinated gazes. It was as if the young girl were watching a wildlife documentary on Animal Planet; any of my actions elicited surprised looks and sounds of astonishment. With my peripheral vision, I could observe her facial expressions. She was truly spontaneous, and her face revealed her thoughts. Unlike many people I had met in life, I sensed no malice or cunning in her observation. It was more a curious thing, as if she had never seen another person before. Somewhat ironic, considering that, as far as I knew, she belonged to a species called 'moonhowlers.'

There was nothing he could do about it, but he promised himself that he would avenge her death. “I think we should find a place to stay.” Aiden suggested as they trudged through the streets, he had realized that he took the life of an innocent woman, but he did it in self defense because she attacked her in the first place. He just hoped that a pack of wolves wouldn't come after him. They had appeared behind one of the old buildings and crept into the streets joining the humans who were wandering to their various abodes. Hadrian noticed that Crescent Falls were made mostly of pitch pine trees and he loved nature, unlike Bradville, Crescent Falls was a bustling town and Aiden could tell that

He still hates me but I know deep down somewhere in his heart he also loves me. I was walking through the forest when I felt a pain in my stomach I never felt something of this sort before. It was like something was churning inside it I supported muself on the bark of the tree I vomited out whatever I had eaten It didn't end here It was followed by coughs I placed my hand on.my mouth But when I saw my hand my blood froze cold My hand was coated with a black substance I knew what was happening I have read it once in a book but it was just not possible.

Just in time, I caught him, preventing him from crashing to the ground and suffering severe injuries. "Ryan…." He cried as he embraced me, and I remained silent, watching as he gradually healed from the numerous wounds inflicted by the vultures. He hadn't been exaggerating about their bites. These vultures were no ordinary creatures; they were witches, spirits of the deceased. That's all I can say, and I'll leave it at that. Once he had finished healing, I finally spoke, "W.. what.. what the hell! Will you come down now?" I wanted to yell at him, tired of his complaints and whining like an injured teenager.

(Jane’s POV) I woke before the sun—no dreams, no alarm, just the kind of alertness that follows when something quietly comes undone. Chicago looked washed out through the hotel window, clouds hanging low over a skyline that never stopped moving, only shifting shape. I drank a glass of cold water and stood still, watching the city stir. A truck rolled down the avenue. One streetlight flickered, reluctant to give up. Everything moved slowly, deliberately, unbothered by attention. And that, somehow, felt honest.

V I woke up in a cold sweat from a terrible nightmare. In my dream, a pack of wolves had surrounded Richard, Daciana, and me. I had transformed into a werewolf to fight them off, but they had snatched and devoured Daciana right in front of me. My heart was racing, and I could barely catch my breath. Richard was sleeping beside me, and my nightmare had woken him up. I told him everything, but he tried to reassure me that nothing bad would happen to Daciana or me. But the fear had already set in, and I couldn't shake it off.

Cold. I pressed my hand over my mouth to muffle a cough from the thick air. Carefully stepping back, my heel hit something. A shelf. A loud thud hit the floor behind me. “Damn it…” I muttered under my breath, fumbling to pull out my phone. I turned on the flashlight and aimed it toward the object. It was a book. Old. Worn. A diary. I bent down and picked it up. The name on the first page stopped my breath cold.

The book lay open between them, the aged pages worn and delicate, the ink faded but still legible. The illustration stared back at them—two wolves beneath an eclipsed moon, one black, one white. Tangled together. Bound. Selene traced the image with her fingertips, her pulse thrumming in her ears. “The Wolves of the Eclipse,” she murmured, repeating the words as if saying them aloud would somehow bring more clarity. Theoden leaned in beside her, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the text. “What does it say?”