DARIUS'S POV
The cave was darker than I remembered, the air thick with damp moss and something sour, like rotting dreams.
My boots crunched on the rocky floor, echoing in the silence, and my heart thumped with a mix of fear and excitement.
I clutched the dagger at my belt, its cold steel grounding me as I stepped deeper into the sorceress’s lair.
Her name was Morgana, or so the whispers said. No one in the pack dared speak of her openly, not even Alpha Roderick, but I wasn’t like them.
I wasn’t afraid to chase power, no matter how dangerous the path.
A faint glow pulsed ahead, red and angry, like a wound in the darkness. I squinted, my wolf senses sharpening, picking up the faint hum of magic that made my skin prickle.
Morgana stood there, her cloaked figure hunched over a stone t
