Chapter10
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THE GATHERING STORM
The council hall was filled with voices.
Every elder. Every warrior. Even the young and wounded had gathered to hear the news.
Aurora stood at the front, heart pounding. She didn’t need to shout. The fear in the room made everyone listen.
“Malin is real,” she said. “And he’s building an army. It’s bigger than Garrick ever was. He doesn’t want land. He wants chaos.”
Tamsin stepped forward, arms crossed. “We saw it. Wolves that don’t think. Fires that don’t burn right. This is dark magic. Old and twisted.”
“We can’t face this alone,” Kael added. “We need allies. Packs that stayed neutral when Garrick rose. They need to choose now.”
Finn nodded. “If they don’t… they’ll be next.”
Aurora looked around the room, her eyes meeting every face. “We leave tonight. A small team. Fast. We speak. We warn. If they won’t join us… we prepare without them.”
They left before nightfall.
Aurora, Kael, Tamsin, and Finn moved through the forest under moonlight. Each step was quiet, but the tension between them was loud. They didn’t speak much. There wasn’t time. There wasn’t room for doubt.
Their first stop was the Riverstone Pack—once a proud territory with strong warriors, now wary and closed-off.
When they reached the Riverstone gates, a wall of guards met them.
“Turn back,” one of the sentries barked. “Riverstone does not take visitors.”
Aurora stepped forward. “I am Aurora, daughter of Alpha Edrin. Whisper Ridge has risen again.”
Silence.
Then murmurs.
She continued. “There is a threat greater than any of us. We need to speak with your Alpha.”
After a long pause, the gates opened.
Inside, Riverstone was quiet. Too quiet.
Their Alpha, a sharp-eyed man named Daron, met them in the great lodge.
“Dark magic?” he scoffed. “You expect me to believe a ghost story?”
Kael kept his tone calm. “We saw it with our own eyes. Cursed wolves. Hollowed minds.”
Daron leaned back in his chair. “Even if it’s true, what makes you think it’s my problem?”
“Because when Malin is done with us,” Aurora said, “he will come for you.”
Daron stared at her, silent for a long moment.
“I’m sorry about your father,” he finally said. “But Riverstone won’t march to war for rumors. Not again.”
They left with clenched jaws and heavy hearts.
The next day, they traveled to the Windcliff Pack, high in the northern hills.
This time, they were greeted warmly. Their Alpha, Elias, was older but wise.
“I’ve felt a shift in the air,” he said. “Something foul waking.”
He agreed to join them.
“You’ll have our warriors,” Elias promised. “You won’t stand alone.”
It was a small victory. But it gave them hope.
At night, they camped under the stars.
Aurora sat with Kael by the fire.
“I hate asking for help,” she said quietly.
Kael chuckled. “That makes two of us.”
“Do you think they’ll come around? The others?”
“Some will,” he said. “Some won’t. But the right ones will.”
She looked at him, searching his face. “And if it’s not enough?”
He took her hand gently. “Then we fight anyway. Together.”
The final stop was the Ironfang Pack—known for its cold warriors and colder Alpha, Varek.
Aurora didn’t trust him, but they had to try.
They were allowed inside, but Varek didn’t offer warmth.
“You come with stories,” he said. “Stories don’t win wars.”
Kael stepped forward. “What if we could prove it?”
Varek raised an eyebrow. “Prove it how?”
Aurora glanced at Kael, then pulled out something they had taken from the cursed camp—a charm burned with Malin’s mark.
When Varek touched it, he hissed and dropped it.
“This isn’t just magic,” he muttered. “It’s poison.”
“Now do you believe us?” Aurora asked.
Varek looked her dead in the eye. “I believe you're desperate. That doesn’t make you right.”
They left Ironfang just before dawn.
As they crossed a ridge, a sound stopped them.
A cry. Then a shout.
Smoke.
Aurora turned sharply.
From the trees came a lone figure, running and bleeding.
A Riverstone warrior.
“They’re coming!” he gasped. “Riverstone is burning!”
Aurora’s heart dropped.
They ran back.
When they reached Riverstone, it was chaos.
Houses burned. Wolves screamed. The cursed ones had returned—twice as many.
But this time, something was different.
At the center of it all stood a hooded figure—Malin.
He didn’t attack.
He watched.
And smiled.
Aurora stared at him across the flames.
He didn’t move. Didn’t speak.
Then he raised one hand—and the cursed wolves turned and vanished into the trees like mist.
Gone.
Aurora ran into the smoke. Survivors huddled together, crying. Daron was nowhere to be found.
Finn found him later—dead, his eyes blackened, like something had hollowed him out from the inside.
That night, they returned to Whisper Ridge.
News of the Riverstone m******e had traveled fast.
It was no longer just Aurora’s war.
Other packs began to send messages. Some promised soldiers. Others asked for time.
But it was clear—Malin was no longer hiding.
He wanted them to know he was coming.
Aurora stood outside the gate, looking at the stars.
Kael stood beside her, quiet.
“We have to end this,” she said.
He nodded. “We will.”
She looked up at him. “I’m scared.”
He took her hand again. “So am I.”
They stood in silence.
Together.
As the storm gathered in the distance.
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