Chapter 6: The Fang of the Forgotten Alpha
Sunlight spilled through the window like golden silk. Caelen groaned, eyes fluttering open. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and glanced around. The room was empty.
"...Riven? Dren?"
Silence.
He sat up with a jolt. "Crap... I overslept!"
He quickly washed up and rushed outside, brushing past the creaky wooden door. Just outside, under the morning sun, he spotted them—Riven, Dren, and Lady Lyra standing in front of Mr. Ben.
"Good morning, Lady Lyra," Caelen said, bowing his head slightly.
Lyra smiled. "Morning, sleepyhead."
Dren chuckled. "About time. You sure like your sleep, huh?"
"Sorry," Caelen muttered, scratching his head. "I didn’t mean to oversleep."
Riven waved it off. "Don’t worry. We were just talking with Mr. Ben about the mission."
Mr. Ben nodded solemnly. "We traced the Frostfang wolves. According to a hunter’s report, they’re coming from Frostveil Grove."