As the operation intensified, the silence of the night was shattered by the sound of combat. The rhythmic beat of running footsteps, the sharp crack of gunfire, and the occasional muffled explosion echoed through the compound. Leon could feel the tension mounting as he and Haron moved swiftly toward their objective—the central control room. The darkness provided cover, but it was also a double-edged sword, masking threats and amplifying every sound around them.They approached the west entrance, where a small group of guards remained, oblivious to the chaos erupting on the north side. Leon signaled to Haron with a quick hand motion, indicating that he would take out the guard closest to the entrance, while Haron would handle the second. This was Haron’s chance to prove his worth in the field, and Leon needed him to stay calm and execute the plan flawlessly.In one fluid motion, Leon moved like a shadow, his movements silent and precise. His combat knife gleamed briefly in the dim ligh

The ground shook violently as Marcus’s device triggered a series of explosions beneath the compound. Leon and Haron barely had time to brace themselves before the floor buckled, sending them stumbling as the room was engulfed in chaos. Dust and debris filled the air, choking their lungs and making it impossible to see more than a few feet in front of them.“Get down!” Haron shouted, diving behind a large wooden table as chunks of ceiling rained down.Leon barely managed to throw himself behind a toppled bookshelf as the building continued to quake. The deafening sound of metal and concrete tearing apart reverberated through the room, drowning out everything else. It felt like the entire compound was coming down around them.Through the haze of dust, Leon could just make out Marcus, still standing in the center of the room, a twisted smile on his face. Blood was seeping from the wound Haron had inflicted, but Marcus seemed unaffected, his eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous

The road stretched out like a dark ribbon under the moonlit sky as Leon, Haron, and Lucia traveled deeper into the heart of the forest. Silence hung between them, each of them lost in their thoughts as they neared their destination—an ancient place where the witches were said to gather. The tension was palpable, knowing the danger that awaited them.“The witches,” Leon muttered, his hands gripping the seat as the vehicle sped over uneven terrain. He couldn’t help but recall the stories he had heard about them—how they were feared for their magic, their unpredictable nature, and their deadly power. “Are we sure they’ll even help us?”Lucia’s eyes remained fixed ahead, her expression as cold and calculated as ever. “They have no love for Marcus. That’s our leverage. But we have to be careful. The witches don’t trust outsiders.”“Especially not us,” Haron added. “Werewolves and witches haven’t exactly been on friendly terms.”“Which is why you’ll let me do the talking,” Lucia said, glanc

The air was thick with tension as Leon made his way back to his quarters. The meeting with the witches, the revelations about the Heartstone, and the looming threat of Marcus weighed heavily on his mind. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something darker was stirring beneath the surface.As he opened the door to his room, the familiar scent of cedarwood and earth filled the air. It was meant to be comforting, a reminder of home. But tonight, it did little to soothe his nerves. He collapsed onto the edge of the bed, his mind spinning with the possibilities. How could they defeat Marcus when he was always one step ahead?A knock at the door jolted him from his thoughts."Come in," he called, already knowing who it was.The door creaked open to reveal Haron, his face set in a grim expression. His presence was always a grounding force for Leon, but tonight, something seemed different. There was a tightness in Haron’s features, a hesitation that hadn’t been there before.“We need to talk,

The tension between Leon and Lucia had eased slightly after their conversation, but an unshakable sense of urgency remained. The witches’ deception, the looming threat of Marcus, and the possible existence of a traitor in their midst meant there was no time for hesitation. Leon knew that every moment spent trying to uncover the truth could be a step closer to the downfall of their pack.Later that day, Leon found himself pacing in the meeting room, waiting for the other pack leaders to arrive. He had summoned them to discuss the growing concerns—the witches, the traitor, and their weakening defenses. Amira had promised to join him, armed with whatever information she had uncovered regarding the witches’ magic, but she hadn’t arrived yet. His mind whirled with the possibilities of what could go wrong.When the door finally opened, Haron, Jeremy, and Zania entered first, their faces etched with the same grim determination Leon felt. They took their seats around the large table, exchangi