The morning light barely touched the horizon as Leon summoned the strongest members of the pack. His mind was racing with Lucia's revelations from the night before. Disrupting Marcus’s ritual could be the key to their survival, but it would require precise coordination and timing. Every second counted now.Amira stood by his side, her expression hard as she glanced over the group gathering in front of the packhouse. Leon knew she was wary of Lucia’s involvement, and he couldn’t blame her. Trusting Lucia, even after all she had said, was a gamble—a gamble they couldn’t afford to lose.“We’re running out of time,” Amira whispered to him, eyes scanning the pack warriors assembling. “We need a solid plan.”Leon nodded, his jaw tightening. “I’ve sent scouts out to track Marcus’s movements. They should report back soon. Once we know where he’s planning to perform the ritual, we’ll strike.”Amira’s eyes flickered with unease. “Do you really believe Lucia? That disrupting the ritual will work

The moment the heavy stone door slammed shut behind them, the temperature inside the temple dropped drastically. The air was thick with an ancient, almost palpable darkness, and a faint echo reverberated through the walls, as if the temple itself were alive and breathing. Leon stood at the front, his chest heaving from the battle, his sword still slick with blood. Around him, his warriors regrouped, their faces pale but determined.Amira’s gaze swept the darkened interior, her eyes narrowing as she tried to discern any movement within the oppressive gloom. “He’s here,” she whispered, her hand tightening around the hilt of her silver dagger.Leon nodded, his wolf senses heightened to their limit. The temple was vast, larger than it had appeared from the outside. Crumbling stone pillars stretched toward a ceiling lost in shadow, while worn steps led down into the depths of the ancient structure. Every corner seemed to be shrouded in thick, impenetrable darkness, and the air reeked of ol

The air in the chamber was heavy with the lingering energy of the shattered Heartstone. Dust settled on the ground, casting an eerie stillness over the room that had just moments before been the battleground of life and death. Leon, Amira, and Lucia stood in silence, their bodies trembling from exhaustion and the adrenaline that still coursed through their veins.Amira wiped the sweat from her brow, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. She exchanged a look with Leon, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and concern. “We did it,” she murmured, though the edge of uncertainty in her voice was hard to miss. “But I don’t think this is over.”Leon nodded, his mind still processing the magnitude of what had just happened. Destroying the Heartstone was a major victory, but Marcus still stood—albeit severely weakened. And if the Heartstone's curse truly lingered, as Marcus had warned, they would face more challenges ahead.Lucia, her face pale from the strain of using so much m

At the break of dawn, Leon, Greg, and a small team of their most trusted warriors made their way north through the dense forest. The early morning mist clung to the trees, making visibility difficult, but their keen senses guided them toward the Northern Pack’s territory. Leon's heart was heavy with the unknown that awaited them. The Northern Pack was a mystery to most of the other packs, known for their isolation and unwillingness to engage in external affairs. But if they were moving south, something big was happening.Greg broke the silence after a few miles. “Do you really think they’ll agree to meet with us?”Leon glanced at him, his expression unreadable. “They’ll meet with us. They don’t have a choice anymore.”As they approached the border of the Northern Pack's land, a deep growl rumbled through the trees. The team immediately halted, their senses heightened. From the shadows, several wolves appeared, their sleek, dark coats nearly blending into the mist. At the front of the

Leon considered Iris's words, realizing who she was talking about. An enigmatic figure, known as the Seer, lived in isolation at the borderlands between the packs. Few had seen him, and those who had described him as a recluse, speaking only in cryptic messages. It was rumored he had the power to see beyond time and space—perfect for finding the ancient seals.Leon frowned. “If we’re truly going to protect the seals, we don’t have a choice. I’ll go find the Seer.”Iris’s gaze hardened. “You shouldn’t go alone. The path to his territory is dangerous, and if anyone’s watching us, they’ll know what we’re up to. We’ll need to be prepared for trouble.”Leon thought for a moment. “You’re right. I’ll take Greg and two others with me. I’ll need warriors who can handle themselves if anything goes wrong.”The pack prepared quickly, selecting the two warriors best suited for the journey: Orion, known for his keen senses and tactical mind, and Elara, a swift scout with extensive knowledge of the