Discovery in the Dark
The academy’s sprawling structure held more secrets than anyone could imagine. Late at night, when the corridors were silent and the shadows seemed to stretch endlessly, Eryon wandered. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the walls themselves were alive with whispers, calling him to places unseen.
That night, the pull was stronger than ever. Eryon followed his instincts, his steps light and deliberate as he moved deeper into the older parts of the academy. The air grew colder, the torches sparser, and the scent of damp stone filled his nose.
At the end of a narrow hall, he found it—a door partially hidden by crumbling ivy. The wood was dark and warped with age, its surface etched with strange symbols that glowed faintly under his touch.
The door creaked open, revealing a chamber bathed in a dim, golden light. Eryon stepped inside, his breath catching as his eyes adjusted. The walls were lined with relics—artifacts that hummed with energy he could feel in his bones.
He moved cautiously, his gaze lingering on objects that seemed strangely familiar. A crescent-shaped pendant glinted on a pedestal, its surface carved with runes that sent a chill down his spine.
As Eryon reached for it, the room pulsed with a sudden wave of energy. His wolf surged forward, unbidden, and his fingers brushed the pendant. The chamber seemed to come alive, the air thrumming with power as the walls began to tremble.
A deep voice echoed through the space, resonant and foreboding: “The wolves have awakened.”
Eryon stumbled back, his heart racing. The pendant glowed fiercely, its light casting shifting shadows that danced across the room.
He heard footsteps nearby—students, drawn by the commotion. Panic seized him as he realized he couldn’t be seen here, not like this.
Clutching the pendant, Eryon slipped into the shadows just as the door creaked open. He pressed himself against the wall, his wolf senses heightened as he listened to the murmurs of the students.
“What was that?” one voice asked, trembling with unease.
“Probably just old magic acting up,” another replied, though their tone carried doubt.
As the students left, Eryon exhaled quietly, his grip on the pendant tightening. The words of the voice echoed in his mind: The wolves have awakened.
