Chapter 35:
THE MARK OF THE FALLEN
The woodland felt one-of-a-kind after the ritual. The air, as soon as suffocating with the Shadowborn's corruption, now carried an experience of renewal. The pack Could experience it, too. Our land was restored. But at the same time as the glade shimmered with mildness and life, I couldn’t shake the foreboding experience that the Shadowborn weren’t finished with us yet.
Ethan stood beside me as we lowered back to the pack Residence, his hand brushing against mine. His gaze changed into sharp, scanning every shadow as though waiting for an attack at any second. Gabriel and Marissa observed near behind, their common stoic expressions marred by exhaustion.
When we reached the pack Elder Marcus referred to it as a meeting. The essential corridor be
