After Bernard was rushed to the hospital along with other wounded mbers of the pack, so began to show signs of healing.
However, the most alarming part was that Bernard, the Alpha and the strongest among them, was not healing. Instead, he was bleeding heavily, and his condition only worsened.
"What’s happening to ?" Bernard asked Maria, his voice laced with agony and fear.
Maria stood silently beside his bed, unable to answer. She was just as confused and scared. Why wasn’t he healing? It didn’t make sense.
Everyone in the pack had the sa questions. Who was this mysterious Shadow that attacked them? Why had he been striking repeatedly for the past three years?
And who were those unknown figures dressed in white who appeared just in ti to protect them?
Bernard’s pain beca unbearable to watch. His parents, especially Victoria, were on the verge of breaking down. She paced the room, her face filled with distress, while Bernard’s father, Beta Gilbert, grew more resolute.
"We need to move him to the werewolf treatnt facility. Sothing isn’t right. We have to know what was used against him," Beta Gilbert finally said.
Without wasting ti, he summoned several of his trusted n to help carry Bernard out. Just as they were about to leave the hospital, the doctor appeared, his tone stern and questioning.
"Where are you taking him? You can’t just remove a patient like this. It’s against the hospital protocol," the doctor argued.
"Doctor, please," Beta Gilbert replied calmly but firmly. "My son isn’t getting any better here. I can’t risk losing him. We’re taking him sowhere he can be properly treated."
Though unconvinced, the doctor reluctantly stepped aside, allowing them to proceed.
The group drove for about twenty minutes until they reached a secluded hospital known only to werewolves. The mont they arrived, Bernard was rushed into the ergency room.
The doctors on duty quickly assessed the severity of his wounds. Shocked by the state of the decaying injuries, they imdiately moved him into surgery.
Everyone waited anxiously in the hospital lobby. The atmosphere was heavy with tension and hope. After two long hours, the lead doctor finally erged.
"He’s going to be okay," the doctor began, but then leaned in closer to speak more privately.
"He was attacked with a cursed weapon. One that can only be crafted by a powerful sorcerer. Normally, contact with this weapon causes death in under ten minutes. It’s a miracle he survived this long."
He paused, glancing around at their shocked faces before continuing, "Fortunately, thanks to my father—a descendant of great sorcerers—we had the antidote. That’s the only reason Bernard is alive."
The group released a collective breath of relief.
Beta Gilbert imdiately assigned more guards to stay behind and protect Bernard. He would not take any chances.
anwhile, the others returned ho. Guards followed closely, ensuring their safety. Once ho, everyone retired to their rooms, exhausted and emotionally drained.
In her room, Maria quickly undressed and stepped into the bathroom. The warm water from the shower offered so comfort, washing away both Bernard’s blood and the chaos of the day.
But her mind wouldn’t quiet.
The image of herself pleading with the white-cloaked woman to spare Bernard kept playing over and over in her head.
’The way she looked at ... and listened to my plea without question... could it be that I have so connection to her? Why would she stop just because I asked her to?’ she wondered.
"Why is everything around falling apart? Or am I cursed or sothing?" she muttered, frustrated and overwheld.
Then another thought struck her. With Bernard unconscious and away for a while, she now had the perfect opportunity.
’I can raid his room and take those important docunts,’ she decided silently while still under the shower.
After drying off, she collapsed onto the bed and drifted off into sleep almost imdiately.
***
At the Cave of Light...
"Laura, you and your team did well. I’m proud of you," the White Queen of the Mind Listeners and Truth said with a soft smile.
"Thank you, my Queen," Laura responded respectfully, her head bowed.
But the Queen’s eyes narrowed slightly.
"Your mind is burdened. Why did you attempt to take the Alpha’s life, knowing it wasn’t part of your mission?"
Laura remained bowed as she spoke. "I sensed evil in him. His heart isn’t pure towards the one we seek to protect. I apologize, my Queen, for letting my feelings interfere."
The Queen stared at her in silence for a mont, then nodded. "Rember, the mission always cos first. What you feel or sense must never override your orders. You may leave."
"Yes, my Queen," Laura replied, bowing deeper before turning to leave.
As she walked away, her thoughts burned with conviction.
’I’ve made my decision. I’ll put an end to every form of evil. No matter the cost.’
***
The Shadow and his n returned to their hidden safe house, seething with frustration. His plans—years in the making—had been so close to fruition, only to be unraveled in re minutes.
"How can this be? Who among you betrayed ?" he bellowed, his voice thunderous with rage.
His dark eyes scanned the row of n standing before him. Not one dared to speak; they all knew too well the price of his wrath.
"What force of evil brought the Mind Listeners and Truth to that battlefield? That massacre was ours to complete!" he roared again, turning toward the ancient warriors who had fought beside him.
One of them stepped forward, calm despite the storm of anger around him.
"What you say is true. There was an agreent between us and the Listeners. As long as we never crossed paths with what belonged to them, they would not interfere. That pact existed even before you joined the darkness."
"Then why were they there? Have they started working with the werewolves? Since when do they care about the Blue Moon Pack?" The Shadow’s tone shifted between accusation and confusion.
"If they were present, then they must now have a bond with the pack. There can be no other reason," the ancient warrior said with certainty.
The Shadow clenched his fists. "What could possibly connect them?"
He paced the room, anger still crackling like energy around him. "The Blue Moon Pack will pay dearly—for Gilbert’s sins and all his family has done. They will know no peace."
One of the old warriors stepped forward confidently. "We used Himota—the Bite of the Dead—on the Alpha. By now, he must be dead."
"If that is true, then I am the happiest soul in existence," The Shadow said with a sinister grin before laughing loudly. His laughter echoed through the safe house like thunder.
"I struck him myself, multiple tis," the warrior added, pride swelling in his voice. "And no being, dead or alive, survives the curse of Himota."
"Then this is perfect. If the Alpha falls, the rest will crumble. Without their leader, they are gutless. We will strike again, and this ti, claim every inch of that territory. Soon, all will kneel before us!" The Shadow proclaid triumphantly.
"This marks the dawn of a new era," he said, his voice low and proud. "An era of darkness, of shadows, and of black power everlasting!"
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That sa night, Beta Gilbert sat alone in his room. Sleep eluded him, and his mind wrestled with questions.
"Who is this Shadow who keeps haunting my family and pack? Is there so connection I’m not seeing?" he murmured, worry creasing his face.
He clenched his fists. So many lives lost... And now Bernard, my son, lies wounded with injuries that defy natural healing. Whatever they used on him was laced with dark magic.
His thoughts shifted quickly. I need answers. Maybe it’s ti I speak to Spinazola—the Italian sorcerer. I can’t sit idle while my people suffer.
mories of the people dressed in white, those who had rescued them, resurfaced. Could they truly be the Mind Listeners? My father used to tell stories about them when I was younger. I thought they were myths.
His brows furrowed. "Why would they help us now? What is their connection to the Blue Moon Pack?"
Determined, he rose from his seat. "I’ll see Spinazola at first light. No more waiting. No more guessing. I will protect my family and my people."
The next morning, the house was quiet. Both Beta Gilbert and Victoria had left early, heading out on separate errands.
Alone in her room, Maria sat while reflecting on the chaos that had plagued their lives over the past two years.
Her thoughts shifted suddenly. No one’s ho... Bernard’s room.
Without wasting a mont, she sprang out of bed and tiptoed her way toward Bernard’s room. The main door was unlocked. Slipping inside, she made her way to the hidden compartnt Bernard had once ntioned.
She paused when she saw it—it was secured by electronic lock. Only a master key can open this.
Rushing back to her room, she dug beneath a pile of clothes in her box until she found it—the electronic master key Cassandra had given her years ago.
Heart pounding, she returned to Bernard’s room. Kneeling before the safe, she prepared to unlock it.
But then... footsteps. They were approaching fast. Her breath caught in her throat. There was no ti to escape, no place to hide.
The door swung open, Victoria stepped inside and their eyes t as she was shocked to see Maria in there...
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