Luna Aurora novel (Alpha Fenrir) novel Chapter 316

Chapter 316

The forest was quieter than usual, as if holding its breath in the wake of the events that had unfolded. Dain could feel the weight of his choices pressing down on him, the darkness that had whispered so enticingly in his ear. The Warden of Shadows had promised him power, promised him control, but now—now it felt more like a curse.

He paced back and forth in the dim light of the temple, his mind a swirling storm of thoughts. He had been so close, so ready to embrace the power the Warden had offered. But Elyra’s words, her plea to him, had stopped him. They echoed in his ears now, the sound of her desperate voice—Don’t do it. It was the only thing that had kept him from fully surrendering to the shadows, and for that, he was grateful.

But something was wrong. Althea’s cryptic warnings, the way she always seemed to know just a little too much. How had she known what the shard would do? How had she known what the prophecy meant? It didn’t sit right with him. And now, with the dark power calling to him, he couldn’t shake the suspicion that there were things Althea wasn’t telling him. Things she was hiding, things he wasn’t ready to hear, perhaps—but he wasn’t sure if he could trust her anymore.

He had to confront her.

Dain found her in the heart of the temple, standing alone by the ancient stone altar. The firelight flickered, casting long shadows across her face, but her expression was as unreadable as ever. She was calm, collected, the picture of a master who held all the pieces of the puzzle, even if she refused to share them.

“Althea,” Dain said, his voice steady, though a surge of anger roiled inside him. “We need to talk.”

Althea turned to face him, her gaze piercing, but she didn’t speak right away. Instead, she studied him, as if weighing something deep within him. It made Dain feel exposed, vulnerable, like she could see every thought, every fear, hidden behind his words.

“I’ve been thinking,” Dain continued, his fists clenching at his sides. “About the prophecy. About everything you’ve told me.”

Althea’s lips quirked into a faint, knowing smile. “And what have you been thinking?”

“I think you’re hiding something,” Dain said, his voice low but intense. “I think you’ve been keeping the truth from me, from all of us. Why are you really here, Althea? What is it you’re not telling us?”

Her smile faded, and the air between them grew heavier. Dain could feel the tension rising, the silence stretching between them like an invisible wall. For a moment, Althea didn’t respond, her eyes narrowing slightly, as if considering how much of the truth she should reveal.

“You don’t trust me,” she said, her voice cool, almost detached. “Why should you?”

“No,” Dain snapped, his temper flaring. “I don’t. And I want to know why. You talk about balance and sacrifice, but the more I think about it, the more I see it doesn’t add up. Why is it always one of us who has to make the ultimate sacrifice? Why can’t we both have what we need? Why do we have to choose? You want me to believe in this prophecy, but all I see are strings you’ve been pulling. You’ve been controlling everything.”

Althea’s gaze hardened, and Dain could feel the weight of her words before she even spoke them. “You think you understand, but you do not. You have not yet seen the full picture. The prophecy is not just about you and Elyra. It is not as simple as choosing one or the other.”