Chapter 11: Secrets Unearthed
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The morning sun barely pierced the heavy fog that clung to the forest floor. Aria moved quietly through the trees, her senses sharp. The night’s battle had left scars deeper than any wound, and she knew the rogues were not acting on impulse.
Lucien met her at the edge of the clearing, his face dark with worry. “We need answers. Who is behind these attacks? Why target us now?”
Aria shook her head. “There’s talk among the wilds — a shadow pack rising. They’re organized, ruthless. Searching for something… or someone.”
Her wolf nudged her forward, guiding her toward a hidden path she hadn’t dared explore before. There, tucked away in a moss-covered cave, ancient symbols were carved into stone walls — warnings in a language lost to all but the oldest wolves.
A chill crawled up Aria’s spine as she traced the carvings. The war they faced was older than the Silverfang or Blackfang packs — it was a legacy of blood and betrayal, waiting to consume them all.
“We can’t run from this,” Lucien said, stepping beside her. “We have to fight — for Calen, for our future.”
Aria swallowed her fear. The storm was no longer a distant threat. It was here.
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