Chapter 85
"The one born of the unknown prophecy. The one who will end the tyranny of a single ruler. A time will come when voices are heard, and peace will return to all lands," the voice declared, calm yet commanding.
I turned around, my heart pounding as the husky voice echoed through the void. A strange unease mixed with curiosity coursed through me.
I searched for the source of the voice but found only darkness.
I frowned, more confused than ever. "I don’t understand any of this. Can you say it more clearly?" My tone was pleading, my face a canvas of desperation.
"You ask too many questions," the voice snapped. "There are things meant to be revealed only when the time is right."
Before I could protest, a sudden gust of wind enveloped me. My feet left the ground, and my surroundings blurred into streaks of light. I was swept away, powerless, until the voice spoke again.
"This is where your questions find their answers," it whispered.
Suddenly, I was standing in the midst of a large crowd. Their voices rang in unison, chanting words I couldn’t understand. My eyes darted around, and I recognized faces from the Nightwalker pack—the same people who had enslaved me.
The announcer’s voice boomed over the murmurs, demanding attention. "Tonight’s run will be different. We suspect intruders in our woods. Everyone, stay alert and bring back anything suspicious. Protect the pack!"
The energy in the air shifted. Growls and howls erupted as the pack began to shift into their wolf forms. I stood frozen, watching their eyes glow with primal fury.
Jefferson, their leader, stepped forward. His transformation was swift and brutal, and a faint trail of blood dripped from his mouth.