LEGACY OF THE MOONBLOOD

Chapter 5: The Evidence

As Lyra walks through the endless streets of Silverwood, she finds herself at the scene of a murder in a warehouse. The city lights turned iridescent as his adrenaline surged with each step. When he got to his house, he collapsed at the door and fell onto the bed.

His chest heaved, and his breath escaped his lips. The memory of torn flesh and the smell of blood entered my mind. However, the golden bag that had been placed among the corpses remained on the ground. This is his sign. This encourages Elara.

Lyra picked up the phone, her hands shaking. He waved his hand and repeated what Elara said, "Come to the forest." Let's talk. "

Lyra did not hesitate. Every second counts. He was wearing a dark shirt. His desire for recognition contrasted with his casual nature. He fled into the cold night air and ran into the forest of whispers on the outskirts of the city.

Tall trees blessed him. The moonlight penetrates through the dense forests and the moon shines brightly above the forest. Lyra followed the winding path, her senses flailing for signs of danger.

He finally reached the secret tunnel where he had met Elara earlier. An old woman stood under an old tree and rolled up her coat to protect herself from the cold night. Lyra relaxed as she ran beside him.

"Elara," he whispered, falling to his knees. “You should see this. »

Elara looked concerned. "What's up? What's your problem? "

Lyra reached into her pocket and pulled out her wallet. Elara's lips parted as she saw the familiar necklace. His eyes are bigger and he looks smarter.

"Where did you get it?" " he asked, his voice shaking.

Lyra swallows, and heartbeats. 'I found it. In stock. Body, Elara. Tigers are torn to pieces. One of them. Another said: "His voice broke."

Elara's face filled with a mixture of sadness and anger. He carefully took the bag from Lyra and examined it with trembling fingers. In the bag is the weakest form of Elara; young and energetic, her smile is warm and sincere.

"This is Anya," Elara whispered, tears running down her dark cheeks. “My sister.

Lyra is sad. He knew Elara's strength and unwavering determination, but now he saw an unexpected weakness.

“Rogue Alpha…” Elara continued in a strong and forceful voice. "He wants to break the contract, but so do we. He wants to break our spirits." Then the message "I have a taxi" spirits. It's anger. "

Lyra understands now. It's not just about power. Rogue Alpha was driven by hatred and possessed by darkness. And she was targeted for a reason.

"What shall we do now?" Lyra asked in a firm voice despite her shaking hands. “We can't let her win.

Elara looked at him with searching eyes. "You know more than you, my son. “Prophecy…”

Lyra's heart sank. The prophecy and memories of leaving the cave returned. “What was the prophecy?” she asked.

Elara groaned; her shoulders slumped in sudden exhaustion. “These are the Aykans, the chosen ones who will rise to maintain the balance. He looked at Lyra with a mixture of hope and fear. "It's you, Lyra.