The morning sun shimmered over the glassy surface of Blue Lake as we made our way back, the crisp mountain air biting at my skin. The world felt eerily still, as if it was waiting for something to happen. I tightened my grip on the slip of paper in my hands, my fingers tracing the words of the latest riddle:
“Guardians of the night, statues stand tall,
Midnight echoes in the pack’s sacred hall.”
I read it aloud, my voice cutting through the silence.
Austin let out a chuckle. “For once, a riddle that actually makes sense. Everyone knows about the Sacred Hall.”
Isaiah nodded. “Yeah. The first werewolf pack’s settlement–practically a relic now, but still sacred to all werewolves.”
Elijah folded his arms across his chest, eyes scanning the lake. “The question is, why does this riddle lead us there? There must be something important waiting for us.”
I exhaled slowly, letting my gaze sweep over the lake’s surface. Everything looked calm now, betraying no signs of the battle we had fought the night before. But my instincts told me we weren’t done with this place yet.
Then I saw it.
Just past the shoreline, near the rocky ledge where people used to dive, something glistened in the morning light. A massive rock jutted out over the water, smooth and worn by time. But something was different.
I took a step forward, boots crunching against damp grass, and that’s when I saw the inscription.
“Follow the echoes of the past, where stone and fur converge.”
A shiver ran down my spine.
“Guys,” I called, motioning for them to come over.
The others quickly gathered around me.
Isaiah’s eyes widened as he traced the carved letters with his fingertips. “This wasn’t here last night.”
Austin let out a low whistle. “It’s definitely leading us to the Sacred Hall.”
Elijah studied the inscription, his brows drawn together. “But what does it mean by ‘echoes of the past“?”
I swallowed hard. This wasn’t just about finding the next location–something deeper was happening here.
Alex, who had been quiet until now, suddenly let out a sharp breath. Well, whatever it means, I don’t care. As long as it doesn’t involve me getting anywhere near the water again.”
Austin snorted. “You almost drown one time and suddenly you’ve got a phobia.”
Alex shot him a glare. “Almost drowning is kind of a big deal, genius
Isaiah smirked. “I don’t know. I think it was pretty funny. Especially the part where Stormi had to drag you out of the water like a wet puppy.”
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Austin laughed. “Yeah, and she cracked your rib trying to save you. Some mate you are.”
I rolled my eyes. “Do you guys ever take anything seriously?”
Alex grumbled. “I’m serious about not going near the water again.”
“Well, lucky for you,” Elijah said, patting Alex on the shoulder, “the next location isn’t underwater. So stop whining.”
Alex muttered something under his breath, but he didn’t argue.
I nudged him playfully, my concern still lingering. “How do you feel?
He smirked, his usual cocky demeanor slipping through. “I don’t know. Maybe I should drown more often. You’ve been so sweet to me since last night.”
I scoffed but felt my cheeks heat up. “You scared me, Alex. I thought we lost you.”
His teasing smile softened, and he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m fine, Stormi. Thanks to you.”
Austin groaned. “Oh, come on! Where was this level of concern when my chest got torn through? No one cradled my head and looked at me like I was their whole world.”
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