Chapter Thirty-One: Cracks in Paradise
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The howl beyond the Veil was only the beginning.
By morning, the entire haven was on edge. People moved quickly between buildings, carrying weapons and supplies. Children were kept indoors. The peaceful valley I had seen the night before now felt like a fortress preparing for war.
Elder Mira found us at breakfast. Her face looked older in the daylight.
“They’re testing the Veil,” she said without greeting. “The Silver Order has brought heavy silver cannons. It won’t hold forever.”
Max set his cup down hard. “How long do we have?”
“Two days. Maybe three.” She looked directly at me. “Many in the council believe the Anomaly should leave. They say your presence is what drew them here so quickly.”
Zara stood up angrily. “He saved all of us multiple times. Now you want to throw him out?”
“Not me,” Mira replied calmly. “But Viktor and his followers are gaining support. They fear what Arian is becoming more than they fear the Order.”
I stayed silent, the orb heavy in my pocket. The glowing patterns on my arms had returned faintly overnight, pulsing like a warning.
Later that afternoon, Viktor approached us while we were training in a quiet field. He brought six armed wolves with him.
“Time for a real conversation,” he said. “Your power is unstable. Last night three families asked to leave the haven because of you. They’re scared the old blood will turn you into a monster that destroys everything we’ve built.”
Max stepped forward, chest out. “You want to test us again?”
Viktor smiled. “Not you. Him.”
He pointed at me. “Suppress your power completely. No glowing. No ancient strength. Fight me as a normal wolf. If you can beat me without using it, I’ll stop speaking against you.”
Zara grabbed my arm. “Arian, don’t. You’re still recovering.”
But I nodded. “I’ll do it.”
We faced each other in the training circle. A crowd gathered again.
Viktor attacked first — fast, experienced, and ruthless. He was bigger than me and had years of training. His fist connected with my ribs. Pain exploded. I fought back using only my normal strength and speed, no ancient power.
He was better.
He knocked me down twice. On the third time, as I struggled to get up, the ancient power surged on its own, lighting up my veins.
Viktor laughed. “See? You can’t even control it.”
Anger flared inside me. The power pushed harder. I felt the orb burning.
Then I heard Zara cry out.
One of Viktor’s followers had grabbed her from behind, pressing a silver blade to her throat.
“Enough games,” the man snarled. “The Anomaly leaves today or she dies.”
Everything inside me snapped.
The glowing patterns exploded across my body. I moved faster than thought. In one motion, I ripped the man away from Zara and threw him thirty feet. Viktor charged me in rage.
I didn’t hold back this time.
I slammed him to the ground so hard the earth cracked. My hand closed around his throat, claws extended, glowing bright orange.
“Touch her again,” I growled, voice layered with ancient power, “and I will burn this entire valley to ash.”
The crowd gasped. Some stepped back in fear.
Max pulled me off Viktor before I could do more damage. “Arian! Stop!”
I staggered back, breathing hard. The power slowly receded, but the damage was done.
Elder Mira arrived, face pale. “This is exactly what we feared. Your power is growing too fast. It’s becoming dangerous… even to those you love.”
Zara touched my face, her eyes full of love and fear. “You saved me. But I saw your eyes. For a second… they weren’t yours.”
That night, as we sat inside the cabin, the ancient voice returned, clearer and colder than ever.
“The sacrifice is approaching. One of your pack will pay the final price very soon. The power cannot be shared forever.”
I looked at Zara sleeping peacefully beside me and Max keeping watch at the window.
Paradise was cracking.
And I was the reason.
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To be continued…
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