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Chronicles of Rohan: The Birth of the True Alpha Chapter 8: The Map of Teeth and Claws
Lucas stirred awake to the smell of sulfur and stone. His back ached from sleeping on cold rock, and the darkness of the mine swallowed everything beyond a few feet of Dan’s flickering flashlight. The light bounced off jagged walls, casting eerie shadows that danced like phantoms.Skylar sat near the entrance, wide awake, sharpening a silver dagger with deliberate strokes. The scraping echoed faintly, a metallic whisper in the silence. She looked like she hadn’t slept at all, her eyes locked on the darkness ahead, as if daring it to move.Dan passed him a protein bar. “Breakfast of champions.”Lucas groaned as he tore open the wrapper. “Tastes like cardboard.”“You’re welcome.”Skylar didn’t turn. “Eat fast. We move in ten.”Lucas rubbed his eyes, trying to blink away the lingering exhaustion. “Where are we even going?”“To meet the contact Dylan trusted. If they’re still alive.”Dan leaned back against the cold stone. “Anyone else notice how often people we’re supposed to meet are ‘p
Chronicles of Rohan: The Birth of the True Alpha Chapter 9: Moonveil's Curse
"Keep moving!" Skylar shouted, ducking beneath a low-hanging branch.Lucas panted, his legs burning, boots slamming against wet earth. Behind him, the sound of pursuit never faded. Distant howls. Cracking branches. The echo of footsteps that didn’t belong to them.Dan ran beside him, keeping pace. “Remind me why we’re running toward a place called Moonveil? Sounds cursed.”“It is,” Skylar called back. “But the hunters avoid it. They think it’s haunted.”“Awesome,” Dan muttered. “That’s so comforting.”The forest thinned as they approached the ruins. What remained of Moonveil was barely more than shattered stones and crumbled archways buried in moss. A half-collapsed watchtower loomed over the clearing, and a thick fog clung to the ground like a second skin. The eerie silence that hung in the air was broken only by the soft crunch of their steps on the forest floor.Lucas slowed, his breath visible in the sudden drop of temperature. His heart thudded harder.“This place...” he whispere
Chronicles of Rohan: The Birth of the True Alpha Chapter 10: Blood on the Leaves
Rain began to fall. It started as a light drizzle, then picked up until the trees of Moonveil hissed and dripped, masking every footstep in a chorus of water hitting leaves. The forest around them, usually so dense and quiet, now felt different—alive in a way that made Lucas uneasy. Lucas adjusted the hood of his jacket as they left the ruins behind. His muscles ached from the fight with Carver, but something else had awakened in him. A hunger. Not for violence—but for answers. The kind of answers he couldn’t even articulate yet, but deep down, he knew they were waiting for him. The kind that had been buried in his past, hidden even from him. Skylar moved ahead, silent and watchful, her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings, always alert. Her long, dark hair was matted to her shoulders, water streaming down in thin rivulets. Lucas couldn’t help but admire her resilience, even if he didn’t fully understand her motivations. She was a mystery, wrapped in a veil of secrecy. Dan walked
Chronicles of Rohan: The Birth of the True Alpha Chapter 11: Trust and Truth
Lucas whispered, his voice barely audible over the rushing blood in his ears, “The blood war. And someone... someone worse than Carver.” Dylan’s face paled as he stared at Lucas, his breath catching in his throat. “A female Alpha?” Lucas nodded, his mind still reeling from the vision. “She saw me. I think... she’s waiting.” Skylar’s expression turned grim, determination hardening in her features. “Then we need to find her first.” Dan, still shaking from the blast, helped Dylan up again. “We’re running out of time.” Lucas glanced down at the symbol burned into the ground—a faint scar of his family crest, now joined by another mark. A spiral of thorns. Skylar cursed softly under her breath. “That’s the symbol of the Nightfang clan. They haven’t been seen in decades.” Dylan nodded, his face dark with understanding. “Because they were wiped out.” Lucas shook his head slowly. “Then someone survived.”By the time they reached the edge of Hollow Pike, the rain had stopped. Mist clung
Chronicles of Rohan: The Birth of the True Alpha Chapter 12: The Coordinates of Death
The forest was darker here.Lucas gripped the note tighter, the ink slightly smudged by rain and sweat. The coordinates led them deep into Thalindor’s forgotten outskirts—a place not even Skylar had mapped. The trees loomed taller, their branches clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. The air was thick, charged with something old and watching.Dylan led the way, every step silent, every breath measured. He moved like a shadow, every motion precise, as if the forest itself might lash out at the wrong sound.Dan, ever the mood-breaker, tried to lighten the tension. “I’m just saying—if we’re walking into a trap, we could at least bring snacks.”Skylar gave him a sideways glance sharp enough to cut. “If we die, I hope you choke on your chips first.”Lucas smiled faintly despite the weight in his chest. “If there’s danger ahead, we face it together. No surprises. No splits.”Their boots crunched over moss and cracked twigs as they reached a clearing. Moss grew over remnants of something
Chronicles of Rohan: The Birth of the True Alpha Chapter 13: The Pact of Shadows
Smoke still clung to Lucas’s jacket. The underground lab had collapsed into fire and ash, but the truth it revealed burned hotter. Someone had been watching them—long before the first shift, before the first attack. This wasn’t just about werewolves anymore. It was about control. Experimentation. War. They made camp near the edge of Blackroot Ravine. Dan set up a fire while Skylar stood guard. Dylan sat with his back against a tree, still pale but recovering. Lucas stayed silent, staring into the flames. “Talk to me,” Dan finally said. Lucas didn’t look away from the fire. “They knew who I was before I did. They were studying me. Preparing.” Skylar tossed a twig into the flames. “They were building weapons. Using wolves like parts.” Dylan added, “And the Ash Queen... she’s tied to all of this. Malcolm Sire didn’t just want control. He wanted her power.” Lucas stood. “Then we stop him. All of them.” Skylar raised a brow. “And how do you plan to do that?” Lucas looked
Chronicles of Rohan: The Birth of the True Alpha Chapter 14: The Silent One
The man with pale eyes didn’t move.Lucas stared back, heart racing. Something about him didn’t fit. He wasn’t kneeling like the others. He didn’t speak. He didn’t blink.There was a strange stillness about him—an intensity that hummed just beneath the surface. Not threatening. Not welcoming. Just… unreadable.Skylar whispered, “You see it too?”Lucas nodded slowly. “Yeah.”The air between them grew heavy.Dylan stepped forward, voice low and wary. “That’s Kalen. Former second-in-command of the Crimson Fangs. He vanished after the blood cull.”Dan looked confused. “Should we be worried?”Skylar answered, “Very.”The fire crackled. Sparks danced into the sky as Kalen finally stepped forward, his boots crunching over frost-bitten leaves. He moved with calm precision, each step deliberate.Lucas tensed, feeling the shift rise inside him. Not fear—something older. Recognition. Like an old dream resurfacing.Kalen stopped a few feet away.“You bear the mark,” he said finally, voice like st
Chronicles of Rohan: The Birth of the True Alpha Chapter 15: The Road to Ashmoor
The sky was bruised purple by the time they began their journey to Ashmoor. Heavy clouds rolled above, painting the world in dark shades as the last light of the sun bled into the horizon. The wind carried a chill, sharp and biting, like a warning whispered from the heavens. Lucas stood at the edge of the ridge, his boots perched on cracked stone, staring into the horizon where black mountains loomed like silent watchers. His heart pounded, but his face was calm. The name alone chilled his blood—Ashmoor—a place whispered about in every pack tale, a place where Alphas went to die or disappear. Where legends bled into myths, and myths turned into nightmares. Dan stepped beside him, slinging his backpack over one shoulder, eyes flicking toward the dark valley below. “So... just to be clear. We’re going to a haunted Alpha graveyard that no one’s ever returned from?” Lucas didn’t look away from the view. His voice was quiet, but steady. “Pretty much.” Dan sighed, rubbing the b
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Chapter 25: The Howl Before Midnight
Frost Hollow shimmered beneath the rising moon, a silver hush draped over the valley like a breath caught in the cold. Snow coated the ground in thick, sound-swallowing layers, silencing the approach of returning footsteps.From the ridge above, Lucas stood unmoving, his eyes following the ragged line of figures descending into the camp. His cloak snapped in the bitter wind, but he didn’t flinch. He was waiting—for them, for words, for the inevitable.Below, torches flickered to life. The war camp stirred.“About time,” Skylar muttered, eyeing the approaching figures as she climbed beside Lucas. Her voice was tight. “Thought they wouldn’t make it.”“They always do,” Lucas replied, without turning.Kalen came walking with a quiet gravity alongside Split claw warriors. Their eyes were wary, but respectful.Lucas gave Kalen a nod.Kalen returned it, then murmured, “Not all of us made it. But those who did—belong here.”Behind them, the outlaws Lucas had once subdued marched with heads hi
Chapter 24: The Queen’s Shadow
The stone door groaned shut behind Dylan, sealing off the forge and the enclave like a memory he could no longer touch. The chamber he stepped into was circular and hollow, with shadows curling in its corners. Only a single torch burned near the center, its flame a strange green hue that flickered like it breathed.A voice echoed from somewhere within the darkness, low and ancient. “Do you know who you are?”Dylan moved cautiously forward, scanning the space. “I know enough,” he said, his voice calm but alert.The voice replied, almost sad. “No. You know the edges. But not the wound.”As if summoned by those words, symbols began to glow along the walls—pulsing runes that spiraled outward to form a ring. Within them, memories emerged like reflections in rippling water.He saw himself as a child, standing outside a crumbling house while a man shouted at a woman whose eyes burned with unnatural light. His father. His mother. The moment blurred into another: Dylan, bleeding and chained be
Chapter 23: Blood Below the Iron Hills
Dylan moved through the southern ridge alone, boots crunching over charred grass and dry soil. The Iron Hills loomed ahead—jagged, bare, and burnt from centuries of bloodshed. Once a place of old pack battles, now it housed the ghosts of another war: the hybrids. They were wolves. Well... not fully. Not anymore. He adjusted the wrappings on his arms, covering the old scars. If they saw what he was, what he carried… they might listen. Or they might rip him apart. The path led down into a gorge veined with rusted metal and bone. Statues of wolves—shattered and faceless—lined the narrow entrance to the hybrid enclave. Each one marked a fallen Alpha, or so the stories claimed. Dylan stopped at a rusted door embedded in the rock. He didn't bother to knock or make any announcement.He just pressed his hand against the symbol etched in the center—two overlapping bloodlines. The door hissed, then opened and masked figure appeared on the other side, armored in mismatched gear, partly fur
Chapter 22: Hollow Stone
Lauren stood at the grove’s edge. “This is it,” she murmured, breath fogging in the cold. The trees inside spiraled unnaturally, their roots coiling like snakes.“The wind doesn’t even move here,” she muttered, stepping forward. The ground felt off. Alive. Watching.She tightened her cloak’s silver clasp and crossed the threshold. The Hollow Stone Grove which was sacred once, now feared was exactly as her grandmother’s book had warned.“No one remembers you,” Lauren said, glancing at the silent trees. “But I do.”Her fingers brushed the glyph stitched into her sleeve. That glyph had led her here—hidden deep in her grandmother’s spells.Each step pulled heavier than the last. The magic wasn’t passive; it pressed down, thick in the air.Finally, she reached it.“There you are,” she whispered.The Hollow Stone. A massive black slab, buried halfway in the earth, runes glowing with a pulse like a slowed heartbeat.She knelt and pressed her hands to its surface.“I call the blood, Witch bor
Chapter 21: The Blade and the Broken Line
The trail curved west of Frost Hollow, weaving through the icy pines like a serpent. Skylar walked ahead, her cloak pulled tight, every movement calculated. Dan followed a step behind, breath fogging in the crisp morning air.“You don’t have to walk like we’re heading into a death trap,” Dan said, trying for humor.“We are,” Skylar replied, voice flat. “These aren’t rogues. They’re former hunters. The kind that don’t forgive easily.”Dan adjusted the strap of his pack. “And here I thought you’d be happy for a little adventure.”Skylar shot him a look. “I’d be happier if we were both invisible.”They passed a twisted tree marked with a red X.“That’s the sign,” she said. “We’re close.”Dan looked around. “So where’s the welcoming party?”Right on cue, a bolt of energy struck the ground inches from his boot.He jumped back. “Okay! Welcoming noted!”Figures stepped from the trees.Five in total.Two held silver-loaded crossbows. One carried a short-spear laced with runes. The last, a tal
Chapter 20: Chains of Ash
The outlaw’s voice faded into the crackling fire, and silence settled like frost over the gathering. The pack stared, unsure whether to speak, run, or attack. Lucas stepped forward. “What do you mean ‘erase me’?” The old wolf—Grath, they had called him—nodded once. “The Ash Queen doesn’t see you as a threat. She sees you as a flaw. A mistake that never should’ve existed. A True Alpha who slipped through the cracks of her prophecy.” Kalen folded his arms. “Then she wants to rewrite the bloodline.” “Not rewrite.” Grath looked up. “Purge.” Lucas glanced at Kalen. “What does she gain by killing me?” Grath answered, “The prophecy that crowned her—the one carved into the Moonstone altar—it only works if your bloodline is extinguished. She’s holding her return until she’s sure you’re dead.” Lucas frowned. “So… she’s stalling?” “No,” said Grath. “She’s gathering. Strengthening. Binding the old magic to her bones. And when the last Tallman falls, she rises as something else.” Skylar m
Chapter 19: The Law of Fangs
Lucas stood by the frost-covered outcrop overlooking the valley of Frost Hollow. Wolves moved below like a silent army—training, preparing, bracing for the war ahead. His mark still tingled faintly from the contact with Elaris. He hadn’t slept. Not after what she’d shown him.Behind him, footsteps approached. Lauren joined him, arms folded against the wind. “Didn’t sleep either?” “No.” She nodded. “Your aura’s brighter. The vision changed you.” Lucas turned. “It showed me what I’ll become if I fail.” Lauren was quiet for a moment. “You won’t fail. Not if we move first.” He looked down at the camp. “Today we begin. Everyone leaves at noon. Four directions. Four missions.” --- Inside the war room, Lucas stood before the map. The council had gathered—Skylar, Dylan, Lauren, Dan, and now Kalen, who lingered in the shadows, as always. Lucas pointed at the northern peak. “Kalen and I, will track down the outlaw packs. We need them.” Kalen gave a small nod. “They won’t be
Chapter 18: The Deep Seal
“The air just changed,” Dan muttered, squinting down the stairwell. “I can’t feel my toes.” “Then walk faster,” Skylar snapped, her hand already resting on the hilt of her blade. They moved down the spiraling staircase, stone steps worn with age. Each step echoed, and with every turn, the temperature dropped more. Lucas kept his eyes on the runes flickering along the walls. “These weren’t here before.” “They were dormant,” Lauren said, brushing her fingers over a glowing sigil. “Now they’re awake.” “Why?” Dylan asked from behind. “What triggered them?” “Lucas,” she answered simply. Dan sighed. “Of course. The guy with the family discount on cursed ruins.” They reached the bottom. A massive stone door loomed before them, flanked by two wolf statues—one snarling, the other silent and watchful. At the center of the door was a crest: half-moon, fangs, and a single crimson eye. Lucas stepped closer. “That’s mine.” Skylar stood behind him. “It matches the mark on your shoulder.”
Chapter 17: The Witch Returns
Frost Hollow hummed with activity. Tents rustled in the cold wind, and the new war room glowed with quiet energy as wolves filed in and out, carrying relics, weapons, and maps recovered from the Silver fang vault.Lucas stood at the center table, inspecting an artifact—an obsidian ring etched with runes that pulsed faintly whenever he touched it.Skylar leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “That thing gives me bad vibes.”“It’s not reacting to me,” Lucas muttered. “But it’s reacting to something.”Dan entered, holding a scroll. “I don’t read ancient wolf-scratch, but this one was stored in a reinforced tube. That’s gotta mean something.”Dylan took the scroll and unrolled it. “These symbols... they’re not just werewolves. They’re mixed. Part of them are... witch marks.”Lucas blinked. “Witch marks?”Skylar straightened. “You think the Silver fangs worked with witches?”Dylan nodded slowly. “Not just worked. They were bound to them. There’s an old legend about a witch-wolf alliance d