I have been thinking the same thing as well. The crescent North Pack was the largest in the whole of the North Central, and our defenses were almost impenetrable. It baffled me how some mere rogues could get this far into the pack.
I said honestly, “I have no idea, Allen. I have a bad feeling about this.”
I swerved my attention to Jax, who was beside one of the dead wolves. “You need to see this,” Jax said, and I went to him.
“What is it, Jax?”
“Here.” He pointed to the symbol on the wolf’s body, and immediately, my eyes flared up and my body stiffened.
“They all have the same symbol.” Allen looked over the body of the dead wolf. I still haven’t recovered yet. It’s been over a decade since I saw that symbol. My father had one just like that.
“This isn’t good. Why were they here? Does that mean-” Allen paused on his words.
He was right. This was bad. That symbol belonged to the Dark Circle. They had sent the rogues, but why? It’s been over a decade after the late Alpha’s death since we cut ties with them. What do they want now?
“Clear up the bodies,” I left the warriors, and headed back to the castle. Thankfully, the rogues were caught before they got further into the pack. We arrived at the castle and headed inside.
“Killian,” Thea came crashing into my arms, her lips engulfing mine. “I was so worried about you.” Her worried eyes met mine. But mine went past her, scanning the room until it landed on Sheila. She was with Brielle. Her gaze was on me, but she retracted it quickly.
I looked away. Mason and Adam approached us, along with Valarie. Just the person I wanted to see.
Valerie was a witch. She belonged to the Crystal Fortress witches. The Crystal Fortress witches were the oldest coven of witches, and the most powerful. But they were attacked fourteen years ago, and many of them were murdered, while only a few managed to escape. Valerie was one of them.
“Did you see it? This wasn’t a mere rogue attack. They were sent by-“
“The Dark Circle,” she concluded.
“What do they want now?” The only link that had existed between my pack and the Dark
Circle was no more. And that was my father. They’ve been quiet for years, even off the raiders, since their attack on the Crystal Fortress.
“And the Black Blood Pack,” Ryker added. I didn’t say anything. I hated remembering everything that happened that day and with my father. Nothing could change what happened to the Black Blood Pack, and nothing could ever change the hatred that existed between Leonardo Black, his brother, and me.
“We should talk inside,” Valerie suggested, and I nodded.
“Alpha,” I responded to Adam’s call as he rushed up to me, a worried expression on his face and a brown paper in his hand.
“What happened?”
“It’s the Council.” On Adam’s words, Valerie threw a sharp glance at me. “Something happened, and it’s bad.” He handed the paper to me.
I read through it swiftly, inhaling deeply. My eyes fell on Valerie, who held a knowing look.
“They are back. The Dark Circle.”
Sheila’s point of view
It was already dawn. I woke up earlier than usual. I just couldn’t get some sleep. My chest kept aching, and for some reason, I’ve been experiencing some headaches, which always lasted for a few hours.
I was walking down the long hallway of the castle alone, wearing a long blue velvet dress. Ria had some patrolling to do for the day, and so did Brielle. As for Killian, I was told that there was an important council meeting, so he left the castle at the first light of dawn, together with Mason, Allen, and Valerie.
I have gotten much more used to my environment and life in the castle. I can’t say it’s comfortable, but it’s bearable enough when I don’t see Killian together with his lover. I’ve also made some friends in the pack.
Right now, I’m supposed to be on my way to the dining hall to have my breakfast, but something caught my attention in the hallway on the other floor of the castle that I haven’t been to yet. My curiosity got the better part of me, so I decided to explore it.
It led me to a very old part of the castle. The surroundings looked old and scary, and the air here wasn’t the usual warmth from the morning sunrise. It was cold. Very cold. There were burning torches hung on the wall. Their lights were very dim and they did much to illuminate the path. There were almost no windows, if there were any at all.
The place gave me a creepy feeling, but I kept walking, despite feeling anxious. I stopped in front of an old-looking door. It was the only door in the hallway, and it was locked.
Something caught my attention the most. I looked around but there wasn’t a door knob nor a key hole to pull it open.
That was strange. I placed my hand on it, inspecting the door for any other way it could get open, when suddenly, I heard it creaking and, to my surprise, the door opened.
I was stunned, even worse, confounded.
I looked behind me, but there was no one. My eyes shifted to the door, and I walked in cautiously.
The inside was warm. A lot of candles were lit, and there were all sorts of books arranged on a wooden shelf. Weird looking vases on the table. On the walls were strange markings in red and black. I felt drawn to them. The pad of my fingers trailed them on the wall.
There were also a lot of flowers spread all over the room, a few trees in the corners, mistletoe on the ceiling, and a couch at the far end. It was a sight.
It didn’t have a spooky appearance; on the contrary, it seemed like it was a room inside a forest with a lot of trees and nature around. And the air in the room was powerful in a strange way.
Weirdly, I felt safe and at home, but I couldn’t tell why.
I went to the wide circle table at the center of the room, my eyes taking in everything on it. Weird objects like knives have one mark on each side. They were intriguing. My eyes rested on a small wooden bowl, and inside was a thick red liquid. It looked more like blood. There was a book beside it. It was opened, and the page showed a large symbol in red, and on the top some words were written in red as well, ‘The Crystal Fortress’. I pulled my hand to touch it but jolted at the sudden voice that echoed.
Cripes!
“Don’t touch that!”
I spun around in fear, my eyes falling on the face of a familiar woman. Valerie. She was wearing a brown dress and a blue cloak over it.
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