Shadows of the Past
712 Words
Dawn broke over the pack compound, gilding stone walls—but the air reeked of blood and fear. We returned at first light, Karen’s arm slung over my shoulders, his wound oozing faint dark energy. The pack gathered in the yard, murmurs rippling: pure-bloods glared with distrust, younger wolves whispered of the “half-breed’s light.”
The council stepped forward, faces grim. “Alpha Karen,” the eldest said, gaze flicking to me. “You exiled Ella, defeated rebels—but this half-breed’s power is unnatural. Prove she’s no threat.”
Karen’s wolfish aura flared. “Lilian saved my life. Her light is the only cure for the Blackwood curse. She’s our hope.”
“A human’s daughter?” A pure-blood elder scoffed. “How can we trust her with our pack’s future?”
I stepped forward, light flickering around my fingers—subtle, but silencing. “Trust is earned. I fought beside your Alpha. Healed his wounds. And I’ll keep fighting—for this pack, for the truth. But doubt won’t be tolerated. Not with the curse lingering, rebels at our heels.”
Karen’s hand brushed mine. “Lilian speaks for me. From today, she stands at my side—equal in power, equal in trust.”
Outrage erupted. “Against our laws!”
Karen’s primal roar cut through it. “Laws were written by men who feared the unknown. Times change. The pack must too.”
The crowd fell silent. The council nodded reluctantly, unwilling to defy their Alpha.
Later, in his chambers, I paced, poison vial heavy in my pocket. “They’ll never truly accept me.”
He bandaged his side, amber eyes soft. “They will. Give them reason to see beyond your blood.”
“The curse,” I pressed. “You said my light cures it—but how? We barely touched it last night.”
He pulled a worn journal from his desk, Blackwood crest embossed. “My father’s research. The fated mate’s light doesn’t break the curse—it balances it. But we need the source.”
“Source?”
“Forbidden woods. A cave where the first Blackwood Alpha made a deal with a dark witch. That’s where the curse was born. That’s where we end it.”
A knock came. Mara slipped in, grave-faced. “Ella’s spotted—with remaining rebels, heading for the forbidden woods. They want the curse’s power for themselves.”
My heart raced. “We have to stop her.”
“Then we leave at sundown. Together.” Karen stood, jaw set.
I stared at the journal. “Why hide this from me?”
He cupped my cheek, voice raw. “I was afraid. Of losing you again. Of the curse taking you—even with your light.”
Rage flickered, softer now. “I’m not the girl who died for you. The curse won’t win. No more sacrifices.”
He leaned his forehead against mine. “I know. That’s why I love you.”
The word hung—sudden, unguarded. My breath caught. Love—a dream turned nightmare, now a fragile spark.
I pulled back, searching his eyes. “Don’t say that. Not yet. I’m still angry. Still hurting.”
“I’ll wait.” He smiled, sad but hopeful. “As long as it takes.”
Sundown came fast. We grabbed weapons—my iron dagger, his silver-edged sword—and met Mara at the gates. The pack watched, split between skepticism and cheers.
Entering the forbidden woods, trees loomed, shadows stretching. Dark energy hummed, the curse’s presence thick.
Ella waited, her pure-blooded wolf sleek and deadly, rebels flanking her. “Too late,” she sneered. “The curse is mine. You two die together—deservedly.”
Karen shifted, his black wolf towering. My light flared, warm and bright, pushing back darkness.
“Let them come,” I whispered.
We charged as one—Alpha and equal, fated mates, rebels against the curse.
The past lingered as a shadow. But the future was ours to fight for.
This time, we wouldn’t lose.
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