Chapter 15 - Shadows from the East
Two weeks later, back at the capital palace, peace finally seemed to settle over the United Packs. The northern tribes had sworn allegiance, Declan had sent formal letters of apology from Silver Moon, and the kingdom flourished under a balanced rule of justice and compassion.
Yet, deep within the eastern catacombs—far beneath the palace foundations—something dark stirred.
A hidden chamber, long forgotten even by Jesse, began to pulse with a sickly green light. A swirling pool of dark magic bubbled, and from its depths, a shadowy, disembodied voice hissed into the silence.
“The curse was only the beginning… the blood of the first king and the omega cannot remain untainted…”
Upstairs in the royal chambers, Jane woke up abruptly. A sharp, icy pain shot through her left wrist—the exact spot where the suppression shackles had burned her months ago.
She gasped, clutching her wrist as cold sweat beaded on her forehead.
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Jesse was awake instantly, his golden eyes glowing in the dark as he pulled her into his arms. “Jane? What is it? What hurts?”
“Something’s wrong,” Jane panted, staring wide-eyed at the dark shadows flickering across the stone ceiling. “Jesse… the magic didn't die with Morana. There’s something else beneath us.”
