The Warning
The air in the werewolf settlement was heavy with tension as Isla and Draven paced the length of their strategy room. Adrian stood near the center, his presence an unwelcome yet necessary addition.
“You’ve been honest so far, vampire,” Draven said, his tone begrudging. “But you’re still leaving out pieces. What else do you know?”
Adrian took a deep breath, his voice low but steady. “Seraphine is using an artifact—something ancient and powerful. I don’t know where she got it, but it’s influencing the twins, especially Eryon.”
Isla’s face paled, her hand gripping the edge of the table. “What kind of influence?”
Adrian hesitated. “It’s feeding on their emotions. Their fears, their doubts. It’s making them stronger, but at a cost. Lyra’s holding back, but Eryon… he’s embracing it.”
Draven slammed his fist onto the table, the wood splintering beneath the force. “Damn her! She’s turning them into weapons.”
Isla’s voice trembled, her silver eyes filled with sorrow. “They don’t know. They think she’s protecting them.”
“They think she’s their mother,” Adrian said, his tone bitter. “She’s convinced them you betrayed her. That you’re the reason they suffered.”
Isla’s breath caught, and she leaned against Draven for support. “This isn’t just about the twins anymore,” she said softly. “If Eira’s involved…”
Draven’s expression darkened. “We need to strike before it’s too late. Seraphine and Eira won’t stop until they’ve destroyed everything.”
Adrian nodded. “I’ll help you. Whatever it takes.”
Draven turned to him, his amber eyes fierce. “Then you’ll lead us to them.”
Isla placed a hand on Adrian’s shoulder, her touch firm but not unkind. “We’re trusting you, Adrian. Don’t make us regret it.”
Adrian met her gaze, his crimson eyes unwavering. “I won’t. I promise.”
The room fell into a tense silence as they prepared their next move. Outside, the howls of the pack echoed through the forest, a haunting reminder of the battle that lay ahead.
In the shadows, a lone wolf watched from a distance, its silver eyes gleaming with a dangerous intent. Eira’s spies were already on the move.
