Chapter 82: THE CURSED PEAKS
Chapter 82: The Cursed Peaks
The blood moon cast eerie shadows as Liana watched the last of the pack members fade into the forest. Their eyes glowed red, their faces blank with strange calm.
"We can’t save them if we’re dead," she said, turning away from the window. "We leave now." Kael grabbed his sword, feeling its weight. Without his Alpha strength, everything felt heavy.
"Six of us against an army of ghost wolves and mind-controlled pack members. Great odds." "Seven," Marcus stepped through the door, his face grim.
"You’ll need someone who knows the Cursed Peaks." Liana’s eyes narrowed. "Since when do you help us?"
"Since I realized my political games won’t matter if we’re all dead." Marcus shouldered his pack. "The Peaks aren’t just dangerous because of the environment.
They mess with your head, make you see things that aren’t there." "Or maybe they show you things that are," Celeste said quietly, her chains now replaced with silver cuffs that stopped her magic.
"The mountains remember every failure, every lost dream. They feed on sadness." Talia clutched her spell book tighter. "Wonderful. A place that actually wants to make us give up." "Then we don’t give it the chance," Jace said, checking his knife.
Even without his speed, his hands moved with deadly accuracy. "We get in, stop Lyra, get out." Rowan touched his head, wincing. "The whispers are getting louder. Whatever’s in those mountains, it’s calling to the darkness in all of us." They slipped out through the servant’s entrance, moving like ghosts through the empty house.