Luna Aurora novel (Alpha Fenrir) novel Chapter 115

The cursed forest was a place of haunting beauty, its twisted trees glowing faintly in the dim light, their bark etched with unnatural glyphs. Each step felt heavier, as if the ground itself resented their presence. Aurora led the group, her silver hair catching the faint glimmers of light filtering through the canopy. Cassian stayed close to her side, his golden eyes scanning their surroundings for any sign of danger.

“Stay sharp,” Cassian murmured, his voice low but firm. “This place doesn’t feel right.”

“It isn’t,” Anica replied, their gaze fixed on the glowing glyphs carved into the trees. “These markings are warnings—and traps. The forest doesn’t want us here.”

Aurora pressed her hand to her abdomen, feeling the faint warmth of her child’s connection to the Pact. “We don’t have a choice. The Key is our only hope.”

The air grew colder the deeper they ventured, and the forest seemed to close in around them. Branches reached out like claws, and the faint sound of whispers drifted on the wind, incomprehensible but deeply unsettling.

“What’s that sound?” one of the wolves asked, his voice trembling.

“The forest,” Anica replied, their tone grim. “It’s alive in ways you can’t imagine. Keep moving. And whatever you do, don’t touch anything.”

As they pushed forward, the ground shifted beneath them, revealing hidden pits and jagged rocks. Anica paused to study the glyphs, muttering incantations under their breath to disable traps that would have otherwise spelled their doom.

Cassian helped Aurora over a crumbling log, his grip firm as he steadied her. “You’re sure you’re up for this?”

Aurora met his gaze, her silver eyes shining with determination. “I have to be.”