Chapter 27
Lycan Hades
The mountain breathed around me.
Mount Aerion.
Its ancient bones shifted under my boots as I ascended, each step scraping stone that had outlived kings, wars, gods.
The air here was thinner and colder, carrying a certain eerie feeling.
Even my wolf was quiet inside me, not to the Seer, but to the weight of this place.
I came alone, no guards or Betas or messengers, it was just me.
This was not a place for swords or threats.
This was a place for truth, and the truth never needed armor.
The gates peeled open as I approached, massive slabs of stone, veined with moss and glowing glyphs.
They groaned like ancient creatures roused from slumber, revealing the cave beyond. The air inside clung to my lungs like frostbite.
And then I saw her.
The Seer.
She was
