Chapter 217 TRAJAN Its a celebration thats starting to feel very far away , somehow due to the feeling of tension coiling around the packhouse .

Wolves stand in groups , their voices hushed , eyes darting nervously toward the forest .

I pace by the window , my stomach tied .

Its too quiet .

That kind of quiet that signals trouble .

Dane steps into the clearing , pale face drawn tight .

His hand opens , disclosing a piece of bark with strange , glowing marks etched into it .

We got a problem , he says ; the tone urgent as hell .

But before he has a chance to explain himself , I am bursting through the packhouse door , my heart beating with an irregular rhythm , words bursting from my lips well in advance of the possibility of a rational mind actually preventing them from happening .

Its too late , I whisper , shaking .

Theyre already here .

The room falls silent , and all eyes whip to me .

Aurora elbows her way through the parted crowd , a mask of fear and determination across her face .

What do you mean , theyre already here ? she asks , her voice Chapter 217 my mind .

The Forgotten , I spoke low and quietly .

It has waited for such a thing , and it now … comes to us .

The eyes of Aurora narrowed on the question of who .

Who were they , and what would they do ? 2/6 I swallow hard , the weight of the truth heavy inside me .

The Forgotten were exiled a very long time ago , I begin .

In Kaels time .

They felt this grove was to be used , wielded .

To control life , not to help it .

The room seems to tilt ; whispers spread as the pack exchanges uneasy glances .

They saw the grove as a weapon , I continue .

And when Kael and the rest wouldnt side with their beliefs , they exiled them .

No one ever heard of them again .

Many thought they were murdered .

Auroras eyes narrow .

But theyre not , she says .

I shake my head .

No.

into hiding , just waiting for the

that it is

think it should be theirs

, who still shivers

the

beside her , you did know this , didnt you ? That was why you acted so uneasy ever since

words to describe it

lays a

tell us

if we dont know what we are fighting against

shaking , before she finally says , The Forgotten werent

to return when the groves power was at its

was anything more than words

marks within the forest and felt

they believe belongs to

hangs heavy within the room , and the pack listens

forward , his

In the western

the old riverbed

, clenching his jaw

, he

how close

you , I say before I can stop myself

eyes ,

dont have to

know , I respond

want to

of us ; her tone allows for no argument

Be careful .

Both of you .

acquiescence as we leave the packhouse , the responsibility for pack safety weighing our shoulders

The forest feels different now :

instead , an uncomfortable silence laps around us

onward but cautiously ,

are deep within , something

last , when we reach the riverbed

described carved into the trees , their twisted lines

hand back brushing against the bark

,

, a pulsating sheen filling the symbols , and is suddenly so unnatural it feels

? I dont know , Dane replies

they arent just

are claiming this

go further inside the forest

is unnatural

find it eventually ,

but everywhere are

scattered on the ground , their surfaces gleaming in

tree marks Broken Ridge , the lines leading straight to the grove

and picks up one of the bones

face has gone hard

planning something big

.

shiver down

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