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.

just waiting for the

it

should be theirs , Dane

Eira , who still shivers as she sits at the

about the room

know this , didnt you ? That was why you acted so uneasy ever since the

217 the words to

and lays a comforting touch on her

need to tell us

the pack if we dont know what we are

stammers , her voice shaking , before she finally says

oath to return when

it was anything more than

then I found the marks within the forest and felt their

take what they believe

of her words hangs heavy within the room , and

steps forward , his face unreadable

In the western forest ,

old

, clenching

go ,

know how close they are

you , I say before I can stop

, staring at

have

know ,

want to

gets up between the two of us

Be careful .

Both of you .

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

feels different now : darker , colder

instead ,

onward but cautiously , our senses

are deep within ,

, when we reach

see them , the signs Eira described carved into the trees , their twisted

hand back

, he

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

mean ? I dont know

arent just

are claiming this

inside the

is unnatural

, an abandoned

cold , but everywhere are the signs of recent

etched with runes lie scattered on the ground , their surfaces gleaming

map pinned to a tree marks Broken Ridge , the lines

picks up one of

has gone

planning something big

.

shiver

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