Chapter 79
I found myself standing on the edge of a massive battlefield, watching as werewolves fought savagely, their claws tearing through fur and flesh.
The ground beneath me was soaked with blood, and I couldn’t understand why they were fighting or what they hoped to gain.
It wasn’t just a fight between two packs—it was a war involving every pack, each turning against the other in a frenzy of violence.
As I stared at the chaos, more werewolves joined the battle, charging into the fray, snarling and tearing each other apart as if the bloodshed was a game to them.
I felt sick to my stomach watching the slaughter, but I couldn’t move. Something inside me stirred, a presence I couldn’t ignore.
"Move towards them!" a voice inside me commanded, loud and firm.
My feet began to move, even though I knew walking into that massacre meant certain death. I wanted to resist, but the voice was too strong. I stepped forward, and with each step, the fighting became clearer, the screams more intense.
Soon, there was nowhere to step but on the bodies of the fallen, the once-living carpet beneath me.
I glanced around, terrified that any moment, one of the beasts would turn on me. But no one noticed me. They were too focused on tearing each other apart. For a moment, I felt relief wash over me. At least I wouldn’t die in their crossfire.
Ahead of me stood a raised platform, almost like an altar, overlooking the entire battle. The sight of it filled me with dread and curiosity.
"Go to the altar. You have work to do," the voice urged again, even stronger this time.