Chapter 5 - The Imposter’s Trap
Back at Silver Moon Pack, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Alpha Declan was pacing his study, his fists clenched, furious at the humiliation Jesse had inflicted upon him.
Standing by the window, “Ivy” smiled a cold, wicked smile. Her green eyes flashed in the moonlight.
“Let the king run with his little omega,” the witch whispered to herself, her voice shifting into a raspy, ancient resonance that belonged to Morana, not the young pack member. “The deeper they go into the Whispering Peaks, the stronger my trap becomes. Jesse’s power is his own undoing, and the omega’s blood will seal my eternal reign.”
With a flick of her wrist, a dark, pulsing orb of energy materialized in her palm, projecting an image of Jesse and Jane resting in the cavern miles away.
Miles away, Jesse suddenly snapped his eyes open. He pushed Jane behind him as a strange, chilling hum filled the cavern. The stone walls around them began to distort, dissolving into a swirling vortex of black mist.
“It’s a blood-scry trap,” Jesse snarled, his eyes flashing gold. “Morana has pinpointed our location through the curse bond.”
“Can we fight our way out?” Jane asked, grabbing a fallen branch to use as a makeshift club.
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“We don’t fight,” Jesse said, grabbing her hand with terrifying urgency. “We run.”
Before they could reach the cavern entrance, the ground beneath them collapsed. With a deafening roar, an abyss of dark magic opened up, swallowing them whole as they plunged into the unknown depths of the Whispering Peaks.
