Chapter 69
Clara’s POV
“Wart, a creek to the West?
Bax’s voice racked through the stillness, disbelied heavy in his words “How do you know that? And why why do you speak
and the rush of her blood pounding in ber retreating into shadows. All che could hear now
But Elara didn’t answer. She didn’t need to The only thing she could hear was the thundering ofi cart as the sprinted westward The village, ablare in the distance, faded into the night like a night were the sounds of her feet slapping against the forest floor, her breath ragged as the pushed forward, her body not stopping for anything.
But then a silence settled in. The kind of silence that was to completa it was suffocating
Elara’s eyes scanned the dark, trying to adjust to the pitch black surroundings, but the dense canopy overhead allowed only slivers of moonlight to filter through. The world around her seemed frozen, unnervingly still. Her heart raced faster, the hairs on her neck prickling as she slowed her pace, listening for any disturbance, any sound that would break this unnerving quiet.
Asnap–a twig breaking underfoot
no, someone–ficker through the trees, it was bet
Elara’s instincts fired instantly. Her eyes flicked toward the movement, just in time to see something–no, s
dark, and fast—so fast it left behind only a whisper of its presence.
Without thinking, she gave chase. But the figure was already gone, vanishing like a shadow into the void.
She stopped, chest heaving. The eerie stillness returned, suffocating and endless. She was alone.
Her gaze darted around the foggy forest, but nothing moved. Nothing breathed
Her hand reached instinctively i
y into her pocket for her compass. She needed to get her bearings, needed to know she was heading in the right direction.
But before she could grip the cold metal, something fell onto her neck–a chill, damp, and unnatural
Rain?
She wiped at her neck, but her gaze shot upward as the last remnants of the downpour disappeared, revealing not rain, but blood.
A single drop slid down her skin, red and thick.
And then she saw it.
A wolf. A massive, dark shape, crouched on the thick branches above her head, its glowing yellow eyes fixed hungrily on her. Its fangs glistened like daggers in the moonlight.
The blood? It had come from its mouth.
Before Elara could even register the danger, the wolf let out a deafening roar, its feral eyes locking with hers.
Time slowed
Her instincts kicked in, her body moving faster than her mind. She dove to the side, just as the wolf lunged. Her heart slammed into her ribs as she barely escaped the swipe of its claws. One more second, and it would have shredded her chest wide open.
She shifted then, her body morphing into the form of the woll. The air crackled with the rawness of their fight as they collided with bone–crushing forc teeth bared, claws slashing. This wasn’t the controlled sparring she was used to. This was brutal. Raw
The rogue was monstrous, his strength nearly crushing her. But the blood of an Alpha surged in her veins, sharpening her reflexes, fueling her aggression.
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A few deep cuts marred her back, but in the end, the managed to pin the rogue beneath her, her claws digging into his throat.
She stared into his eyes, breathi rappel, before leaning down, her vice tow and deadly. “Where are the others? How did your border.
Despite his defeat, the rogue grinned, his fellow teeth fashing as a wild, manic glint gleamed in his e
“What a beauty you areTM
He giggled, Beking his lips hungrily. “A sweet thing like your th
should never come into the forest alone
Elara’s paws pressed hardes into his throat. “Answer me. Now
His cracked lighter echoed in the silence, Bling her with unease.
“Look around, my sweet lamb,” he crooned, his voice tinged with madness. “Look before you threaten me again.”
Achill ran down Elara’s spine.
She looked up
And her bloodran cold.
Eyes. Everywhere. Eyes,
At least twenty sets of them. Yellow, glowing, watching from the shadows.
She hadn’t heard them come, hadn’t even sensed their presence. But now, they were here, closing in. And one–larger than the others—stepped forward into the moonlight. His scarred face twisted into a sneer, a deep gash running between his eyes.
“Let him go the scar growled, his voice thick with menace.
Elara froze. The weight of the situation settled on her, the sense of being utterly surrounded suffocating her. She could feel it–the shift from the fight to
survival.
Her foot lifted from the rogue’s neck, but only slightly, just enough to allow the scar to approach.
Outnumbered. Ambushed.
The wise choice? Surrender–for now.
The scar’s eyes glinted with vicious amusement. “A she–wolf, huh? Tell me, where are your men? Did they all fall?”
The rogues behind him snickered
“How does Thorne like our little surprise?” The scar sneered, a cruel laugh cutting through the tension. “He slaughtered so many of our own. Bethe didn’t expect this, did he?”
“Cowards,” Elara spat, her voice sharp with contempt,
“You think you’re so brave, coming all the way here to burn our village. But you won’t face Thome directly?” she challenged, her voice rising with a dangerous edge.
The rogues jeered, but the scar silenced them with a brutal snarl
“Quiet!” His voice roared. “You can say whatever you want, but we’ve already won. And we will keep ravaging your lands. All of them Until the world trembles beneath our feet.
“No,” Elara’s voice was venomous, laced with a quiet fury. “You can kill me now, but you won’t stop the others. All the Alphas. All the Gammas. They’re coming for you.”
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The scar’s laughter cut through the air
the air tike
“Together?” He scoffed his voine
belong to us.”
Her heart sank, the words like a punch to her gut
Had they already planted a mole among them? Was this the confirmation of her deepest fear?
She glared at him, her voice low and steady. “Are you the Bogor King!
He chuckled darkly, “Me? No. And you’ll never meet the king Because your Me ends now”
Before she could react, the scar lunged Elara rolled, narrowly escaping the savage snap of his jews But then-
Pain
A sharp, blinding pain shot up her leg as a woll’s teeth sank into her flesh. She screamed, her body struggling to break
rip tightened, and she could hear the scar’s voice behind her, coming in for the kill.
The crack of a branch broke through the chaos.
Aroat–loud and unmistakable–ripped through the air.
It sounded so familiar.
“Theme..
The rogues froze, panic creeping into their voices.
“RUN!” they shouted, their fear palpable.
But Elara didn’t need to wait for them to scatter.
She could already feel it. Thorne was coming. And no one–not even the rogues–would be able to stop him
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