Lost, Not Forgotten

Episode 5: The Oracle’s Visit

One evening, a month after his father’s death, he and Soren had been walking the edge of the forest. The dusk light was fading, casting everything in deep shades of blue and gray. They’d just completed their rounds when something unusual occurred. An orange glow appeared ahead, flickering at first like a distant torch, then growing brighter. Lucas stopped, his heart pounding in his chest, as the glow transformed into a figure—a creature of haunting beauty and power. She moved without touching the ground, her form rippling like a flame caught in the breeze.

“Alpha Soren. Beta Lucas,” her voice floated to them, a melody laced with ancient wisdom and sorrow.

Lucas held his breath, feeling a pull toward her he could hardly resist. She began to sing, her voice soft and ethereal, filling the air with notes that resonated deep within his bones. As her song filled the night, images appeared above them, shimmering in the air like fragments of dreams.

He saw flames—a village burning. Screams echoed in his mind as he watched the devastation unfold, a force of dark magic tearing through everything, leaving ruin in its wake. Shadows danced as a woman clutched a small baby, her face stricken with fear, running from the chaos. But as she fled, a pack of rogue wolves closed in around her.

Rogue packs were infamous, twisted creatures, their souls stained with hatred and malice. Exiled from society, they lived on the fringes, ruthless and merciless. In a cruel twist of fate, their Alpha stopped his pack from killing her, instead claiming the woman and her child as his own slaves.

Lucas’s heart raced as he watched the cruel scenes unfold—the rogues’ Alpha, monstrous and unfeeling, beat the woman as she aged, while the baby grew into a beautiful young girl with red hair and piercing green eyes.

Another image flashed. A witch in dark robes turned the pages of a book, her finger stopping on a page inscribed with the words Eternal Youth. Beneath it, he saw the chilling list of ingredients, the first item stark and unmistakable: Blood of a rare Luna werewolf.

The oracle’s song faded, but the images remained, burned into his memory. He looked to Soren, his heart heavy with the weight of the vision and a thousand questions. The knowledge was a burden, a secret that changed everything he understood about their world and his own destiny.

And in that silence, he realized he would have to carry this truth alone—until the day Knox could shoulder it with him.