The night had been peaceful, or at least as peaceful as it could be after everything that had happened. I lay on my mattress, listening to the steady breathing of my mates who had gathered in my room for the night. The warmth of their presence was comforting, though sleep remained elusive. Thoughts of the riddle, our mission, and the weight of what was to come played over and over in my mind.
But peace was fleeting.
A frantic knock at the door shattered the stillness.
I bolted upright, my wolf instantly alert. The knock wasn’t just urgent–it was desperate.
Around me, the others stirred. Elijah was the first to move, throwing the covers off as he reached for his sword, always prepared for a fight. Austin, Isaiah, and Alex followed, their instincts sharpened by years of survival. My heart pounded as she hurried to the door and yanked it open.
Rowena stood there, her normally composed face pale with distress. Beside her, Mother stood in her ever–present scarlet veil, not a strand of hair or inch of skin visible beneath it. I had long since stopped questioning the oddity of the veil, but at this moment, a strange thought crossed my mind–did she even sleep with it on?
That was quickly overshadowed by the sheer urgency in Rowena’s expression.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Elijah demanded, his voice sharp.
Rowena hesitated, but it was Mother who spoke, her voice calm yet laced with an undertone of severity. “Your pack is under attack.”
For a moment, time seemed to stop.
I felt the words settle like lead in my chest.
“Our pack?” Austin asked as if needing clarification.
“Yes,” Mother confirmed. “They are under siege by a pack of Umbrakins.”
Elijah’s reaction was instant. “We have to leave. Now.”
Mother nodded and stepped forward, raising her hands. Magic pulsed around her, the air warping as a portal formed before them–a swirling vortex of deep purple and silver light. Alex and Austin rushed out with everyone’s luggage.
I inhaled sharply. I knew what was coming. I braced myself as I stepped into the portal, and just as expected, the nauseating sensation of being pulled through space hit me like a punch to the gut.
The moment we landed on the other side, I staggered and doubled over, vomiting onto the ground.
I wasn’t alone. Alex and Isaiah followed suit, groaning as they tried to steady themselves,
But there was no time for recovery.
The smell of smoke and blood filled the air. Screams and howls echoed all around them.
Gur pack was in chaos.
Houses burned, the once beautiful wooden structures now engulfed roaring flames. Bodies littered the ground–some of my pack, some of the enemy.
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Eira, Savannah, and a group of witches were already fighting, their magic lighting up the battlefield as they launched spell after spell at the shadowy figures that moved through the smoke
I had never seen so many of them in one place before. The monstrous wolves, creatures of darkness with eyes that glowed like embers, tore through warriors and witches alike. Their bodies shifted like smoke, flickering between solidity and shadow as they dodged attacks.
Elijah was already moving, drawing his sword and shield that materilized in his hands and charging forward without hesitation.
I forced myself to focus. There was no time to panic.
“Austin put out the fires!” I ordered, my voice cutting through the chaos.
Austin nodded, already summoning his abilities. With a wave of his hands, gusts of icy wind surged through the village, extinguishing flames as he moved.
–“Isaiah, get the civilians to safety!” I continued. “Take them through the tunnels and the underground bunker!”
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