UNKNOWN
I sat in the dark, cold chamber, waiting for the spies to return.
Why haven't I heard any new updates yet? What is happening within the pack or town?
I sat alone at the obsidian table, my fingers tapping restlessly on the polished surface, listening to the quiet hum of the energy pulsating through the stone surrounding me. I was so close to the portal. I felt its power calling, yet I was unable to access it.
This place felt like a tomb of teasing and a reminder of my shortcomings so far.
They were fools.
This coven had once inhabited this mountain, yet they never thought about inspecting the area again, now that we've made our presence known.
I looked around the chamber, admiring the old cavern. These walls were carved by hands that no longer had names, woven by the bloodlin
