2025-04-07 03:55:50Lucas stirred awake to the smell of sulfur and stone. His back ached from sleeping on cold rock, and the darkness of the mine swallowed everything beyond a few feet of Dan’s flickering flashlight. The light bounced off jagged walls, casting eerie shadows that danced like phantoms.
Skylar sat near the entrance, wide awake, sharpening a silver dagger with deliberate strokes. The scraping echoed faintly, a metallic whisper in the silence. She looked like she hadn’t slept at all, her eyes locked on the darkness ahead, as if daring it to move. Dan passed him a protein bar. “Breakfast of champions.” Lucas groaned as he tore open the wrapper. “Tastes like cardboard.” “You’re welcome.” Skylar didn’t turn. “Eat fast. We move in ten.” Lucas rubbed his eyes, trying to blink away the lingering exhaustion. “Where are we even going?” “To meet the contact Dylan trusted. If they’re still alive.” Dan leaned back against the cold stone. “Anyone else notice how often people we’re supposed to meet are ‘probably’ dead?” Skylar glanced at him. “Welcome to our world.” They packed up quickly. No one spoke much after that. The tension was growing, thick and quiet. Each movement felt calculated, practiced. It wasn’t just about survival anymore—it was about the truth. The kind that changed everything. They stepped into the pale morning light. The trees loomed tall and quiet, their branches like skeletal arms against the grey sky. The forest looked calm, too calm. Lucas could feel it—something watching. The silence was too perfect, like the world was holding its breath. Skylar led them west, moving low through narrow deer paths. Leaves crunched underfoot, but the group moved like ghosts, alert to every sound. “We’re heading to Thornridge Bluff,” Skylar said. “There’s an old chapel on the hill. Beneath it, tunnels. That’s where he’ll be.” Lucas frowned. “Why there?” “Because no one sane goes near it. Hunters think it’s cursed.” Dan snorted. “Awesome. Love cursed places.” They hiked for hours. The trees got denser, the air heavier. Every now and then, Lucas caught Skylar glancing behind them. She didn’t explain, but her grip on the dagger stayed tight, fingers white around the hilt. The sun barely broke through the thick canopy as they pushed on. Mud clung to their boots. Birds were strangely silent. The only sounds were the shuffle of their steps and the occasional snap of a branch. As they crested the bluff, the chapel came into view: crooked, half-sunk into the earth, its bell tower split down the middle like a broken tooth. Ivy covered the stone walls, and the front doors hung half off their hinges. Lucas whispered, “This is where we’re meeting someone?” Skylar nodded. “Stay alert. He’s unpredictable.” Dan muttered, “Great. Creepy building and a maybe-crazy contact. Totally normal Tuesday.” Inside, the air was colder. Dust danced in the beams of sunlight that slipped through the stained-glass windows. Most of the glass was cracked or missing. Vines grew across the stone pews, twisting around them like they were trying to pull them into the floor. Skylar led them to the altar, then pried open a hidden trapdoor beneath it. A cloud of dust rose from the edges. The hinges creaked. They climbed into the dark, one by one. The walls closed in around them as the passage narrowed. A faint blue glow lit their path from stones embedded in the walls, casting an otherworldly hue on their faces. Lucas’s breath caught as the tunnel widened into a chamber lined with stone carvings—wolves, moons, battle scenes, and something older. Symbols he couldn’t recognize twisted between them, glowing faintly under the blue light. A figure stepped out from the shadows. He was tall, cloaked, and his eyes burned like coals beneath the hood. His presence filled the space, heavy and cold. “Skylar Spears,” the man said. “And the boy.” Lucas stepped forward. “Name’s Lucas.” The man tilted his head slowly. “You reek of change. And fear.” Skylar cut in. “We need information. Dylan said you’d know.” The man walked slowly to the center of the room. His movements were smooth, almost like he was gliding. “I know many things. But answers have cost.” Dan muttered, “Can’t we just meet one guy who gives free help?” Lucas stepped forward again. “What do you want?” The man smiled. “Your blood.” Dan stepped between them, fists clenched. “Nope. Not happening.” Lucas raised a hand. “Wait.” The man continued, “Just a drop. For the map.” “What map?” Lucas asked. The man turned and ran his hand along the carvings. The wall responded with a soft hum. “The map of what came before. The wolves. The kings. The Alpha bloodlines.” Skylar stiffened. “You mean the prophecy?” The man’s smile widened. “You were never meant to survive your first shift, Lucas. Yet here you are. That makes you important.” Lucas hesitated. The air felt charged, thick with something he couldn’t explain. Then he nodded. The man handed him a dagger. It was simple, silver, and cold to the touch. Lucas sliced his palm and let a few drops fall into a stone bowl. The carvings lit up instantly. Lines spread like veins across the chamber, lighting up in patterns that twisted and turned across the walls. They connected wolf symbols, ancient runes, names Lucas couldn’t read. The air buzzed with energy. And at the center—a glowing emblem. A crest with a half-moon, fangs, and a crimson eye. Dan stared. “That’s... in your dream journal, Lucas. You drew that symbol months ago.” Lucas’s voice was low. “I didn’t know what it meant.” The man whispered, “It’s the mark of the True Alpha.” Skylar’s eyes darted to Lucas. “Then he’s...” The man nodded. “The bloodlines converge in him. And others know. That’s why the hunters won’t stop. That’s why the rogues are moving.” Lucas took a step back, chest tight. “I didn’t ask for any of this.” “No one does,” the man said. “But fate doesn’t ask permission.” A sudden BOOM shook the chamber. Dust fell from the ceiling in thick clouds. The ground trembled. Skylar drew her weapon in a flash. “They found us.” Dan grabbed Lucas’s arm. “We need to go—now!” Lucas looked back at the map. One of the glowing lines started blinking red. Pulsing. Skylar stared at it. “That’s a beacon. It’s not just a map—it’s a warning system.” The man stepped back into the shadows. “Go. You’ll find your next answers in the ruins of Moonveil. But beware... not all Alphas are on your side.”
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