CHLOE
The morning after Adrian’s declaration dawned with an eerie stillness, as if the forest itself held its breath in anticipation. The usual rustling of leaves and distant calls of birds were replaced by an unnerving silence. The pack members moved with a shared sense of urgency, their whispers charged with tension as they prepared for what lay ahead.
I couldn’t shake the memory of the cryptic letter and the name it had revealed: The Shadow Pact. It lingered in my thoughts like a splinter under my skin, a mystery demanding to be unraveled.
By the time the sun pierced through the thick canopy, Adrian summoned a small group of trusted warriors and pack elders, including me. We gathered in the meeting hall, the air thick with the scent of polished wood and aged leather. Adrian stood at
