Chapter 63: The Great Betrayal
The storm above Aeloria hadn’t ceased in days. The once-protective veil shimmered weakly, its silver glow bleeding into gray with every strike of lightning. The wind howled through the trees like the mourning of lost souls, and the pack felt it—something was coming. Something wrong.
Kaelen stood at the cliff’s edge, his eyes tracing the horizon where the barrier trembled. Every instinct in him screamed to run, to fight, to protect—but the weight of leadership pressed on his shoulders like chains. He had fought wars, faced death, and endured betrayal before—but the ache in his chest now was something else entirely.
Below, the pack trained restlessly in the clearing. The air reeked of unease. Lyra barked orders, her eyes sharp, her movements precise. But eve
