Chapter 170
[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
“What do you mean war is coming?” Killian asked as he walked towards us, looked at the book, and then at me and Dominic. “War is already here, Samantha! The Fang Trinity, the Black Claws—what is so surprising about it?”
“It says a huge chaos is coming to the Silvers where the two keys are born. It means Silver Crescent will face more catastrophes than it already does. Black days are coming, and darkness will swallow it whole, and the rest will turn into ashes. Nothing will remain. There won’t even be any skulls or bones left on the ground. There won’t even be a single blade of grass. Everything will be covered with dessert. Only it was ashes of the dead instead of sand.”
“What the f*ck does that even mean?!” Killian commented, his eyes wide with terror as he stepped back from us, picturing all the horrors that the script said. “It sounds like a sh*tty apocalyptic thing!”
“We can’t let that happen,” Dominic murmured as he bit his lower lip hard, his eyes staring at the ground as he succumbed to his thoughts, thinking about what the script meant. “We can’t let whatever or whoever wants to annihilate the pack that my ancestors worked so hard to protect. We need to know how we can stop them. There should be a way.”
“How are they going to do that, though?” Killian asked, still horrified at the thought, as he covered the lower half of his face with his hand while his eyes were wide with dread. “How could they erase a powerful pack like that into ashes? Are they possessing weapons that they would use against us?”
“They could. But we are not sure what is waiting for us.” Dominic answered and then let out a heavy sigh, massaging the space between his tightly closed eyes. I could tell he was starting to feel a headache from what we found out in the prophecy.
When Dominic lifted his eyes, I noticed how his brows deepened, and then he stared at the walls near a light orb.
“What is it, love?” I asked him, feeling worried after noticing that his jaw was clenched and the tension had returned to the muscles in his shoulders. “What are you seeing?”
Even Killian must have noticed it too after his eyes went sharp and his hands curled into tight fists. His knuckles were white, ready to attack.
I looked at the spot they were glaring at, and then I saw it.
At first, it looked like shadows dancing in the light, like the shadows that turned into dark werewolves that attacked us outside the door. Adrenaline started to kick in as we all waited for the shadows to form into dark werewolves, and that’s when we, the three of us, would strike. To our bafflement, they didn’t! Instead, they formed symbols that, at first, confused us all. Dominic stayed closer to me with Devon and Diana on each of his sides, glaring at the dancing shadows in front of us. I looked down on the corner of my eyes and saw Killian flexing his fingers, ready to shift any moment and jump at the enemies.