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“Before everything else, you should all know. The Trials are being broadcast live across the kingdom.” “Every challenge, every move you make, is being recorded. We have cameras set up throughout the forest and across every trial zone. There’s no hiding, no cheating, and no favoritism.” “The Council, the packs, and everyone out there watching will see exactly what happens. This is about transparency and keeping it fair.” Theodore paused and scanned the group. “So if you’re planning to cheat your way through the trials, I suggest you take a better route. Be warned, because the whole kingdom will be watching.”

It was warm but it didn’t hurt me, so all I could do was watch in horror as the flames climbed higher and higher. Pack warriors burst into the room with buckets of water, desperately trying to put out the fire. “He did it! That witch did it!” A woman cried pointing at me with her hand that wasn’t burning and peeling off her skin. I saw Riven’s face among the crowd that formed and just as chants of, “Kill the witch” filled the air. I saw him look at Nathan’s charred body and then back at me. “What have you done?”

Scott Omoregbe, codename Scorch, the one everyone calls The Questioner, his sole purpose outside aiding and managing David’s central processor was to brutally torture the enemies of the boss, Olalekan. The devil’s glint shone through his goggles. Wale wished he could see Trix’s face and not the face of this punisher. He wished for so many things right now. But more than anything, he wished for the thorn-like air to stop piercing his lungs and artilleries, that blood stopped pinching his eyes. Everything danced before his eyes. Wale used the last of his strength and said, “Scorch.” “Yeah.” Scorch and his bludgeon were covered in blood.

Maeve blinked, she was clearly caught off guard, but then a smile graced her lips as she leaned down and plucked the flower from his fingers, but before she could thank him, a woman who was most likely his mother, rushed forward and grabbed him by the arm. “Joren!” she said in a stern voice. “You do not approach strangers like that.” The woman lifted her gaze to us, studying each of us with careful curiosity before offering Malachi a polite nod of respect. “You must have come to watch the Luna Trials, Scarvyns are welcome of course,” she said, smoothing a nervous hand over her son’s curls. Malachi didn’t miss a beat. “No. We’ve come to participate.” The woman’s expression froze.

"What's next?" Kali straightened, her voice firm. "The Trial of Shadows. It will test your courage and your will to face the parts of yourself that you fear the most. The transition to the next trial was seamless, like the world around us shifting with the smoke in a breeze. Soon I stood before a tranquil pool whose face reflected the moon above, glassy. The air was cool, with an eerie silence hanging in the air.

His expression gave nothing away—no mercy, no softness, only the brutal certainty of a predator watching his prey. One of the wolves stepped forward—the scarred man from before. His grin was wicked, his muscles coiled like springs beneath his skin. “She won’t last,” he sneered. “I’ll tear the breath from her throat before the moon climbs higher.” The pack rumbled in approval, their howls echoing. My knees wanted to buckle, but I forced them straight. Kade’s voice cut through the noise. “First trial: the hunt.” The scarred wolf’s grin widened.

The weight of the previous trial still lingered in the air-the challenge that had sifted through them now cast the shadow of yet another test upon their shoulders. Skylar stood in one of the dim corners of the hall, her back resting against the cold stone wall, arms crossed as she watched the others. Her companions reacted to the situation with varying emotions. Some looked excited, eager for the next task, while others glanced around anxiously, fearing they might not be good enough this time. The trials were merciless, and each day brought a new obstacle to overcome.

“Then perhaps prove it. If Luna is innocent, let her stand trial by the moon’s fire.” Gasps filled the air. Trial by fire was an ancient test. Step into the flames, if the god and goddess deemed you pure, you would rise unburned. If not, your ashes would scatter with the smoke. Axel bared his teeth. “Enough! She will not be tested like some criminal.” But the seed was planted and the whispers grew louder, doubt spreading like the fire that still smoldered in the huts. Unseen by the Riders, Reed crouched in the treeline, watching the chaos. His chest burned at the sight of Raven standing alone, every wolf’s suspicion pointed at her.