Chapter 8 – Secrets in the Forest
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The forest was alive with whispers that night. The wind carried scents Elara couldn’t name, and shadows shifted in the trees as though the woods themselves were watching her every step.
Draven walked ahead, silent and tense, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dark. His movements were soundless, each step purposeful, as if he knew the forest better than his own heartbeat.
Elara hugged herself against the chill, shivering as branches scraped together above her. “Why are we out here?” she asked. The packhouse, with all its hostile stares, suddenly felt safer than this endless stretch of trees.
Draven didn’t look back. “The council’s words spread quickly. The pack is restless tonight. Wolves without control are dangerous. Safer for you to stay away until tempers cool.”
Safer. The word did nothing to comfort her. It only twisted her stomach tighter. If even Draven feared his wolves, what hope did she have among them?
They reached a stream, moonlight rippling across the water like silver fire. Draven crouched, pressing his palm into the soil. His head tilted slightly, nostrils flaring. He looked like a predator testing the air for prey.
“You’re hunting something,” Elara whispered.
His gaze flicked up to hers, unreadable. “Something… or someone.”
Before she could ask, a branch cracked in the distance. Elara spun, her heart leaping. A figure slipped from the shadows — Liam. His small frame looked ghostly in the pale light, but his green eyes burned sharp and certain.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Draven growled, rising to his full height. His aura poured into the clearing, pressing down like a storm.
Liam didn’t flinch. His gaze fixed on Elara. “She has to know.”
Elara swallowed hard. “Know what?”
The boy’s voice dropped low, almost lost beneath the rushing stream. “The forest remembers. This is where it began. The last cursed bond… it started here.”
Cold rippled through her veins. She looked to Draven, searching for denial, but his silence was heavier than any answer.
“What do you mean?” she demanded, her voice trembling.
Liam stepped closer to the water, his reflection shimmering. “Blood was spilled here. A Luna marked, a pack divided. When the bond broke, wolves turned on wolves. The river ran red for seven nights. The curse doesn’t bind for love. It binds for destruction.”
Her pulse hammered. “And you think that’s going to happen again?”
Liam’s green eyes darkened. “The curse always repeats. And it always demands sacrifice.”
Draven’s aura exploded, fierce and dangerous. “Enough.” His voice was a growl that shook the air.
But Liam stood tall, unafraid. “You can’t protect her from fate, Alpha. And you can’t protect yourself either.”
In a blur, Draven moved, his hand reaching for the boy. But before he could touch him, Liam melted back into the shadows, vanishing between the trees as though the forest itself had swallowed him whole.
The clearing fell silent again, save for Elara’s ragged breathing. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, the bond inside her sparking with terror and confusion.
“What did he mean?” she gasped, turning to Draven. “Tell me the truth!”
His golden eyes burned with something fierce, but his words were clipped and sharp. “Stay away from him. That boy speaks only riddles meant to break you.”
“But he knew things,” she pressed, tears stinging her eyes. “Things you won’t tell me. Things about us.”
Draven stepped forward, his heat wrapping around her like fire. “Do not wander alone again. This bond is dangerous enough without you chasing ghosts.”
But as the wind howled through the trees, Elara felt the forest pressing in, whispering truths she wasn’t ready to face. No matter how tightly Draven tried to shield her, the shadows had already found her.
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