Beyond the Pack’s Law: My stepsister or nobody else

Hayley’s POV

Aiden and I climbed a short, forested hill, the deep greens of coniferous trees surrounding us with silver grays in their high-limbed needles as they filtered the first shafts of morning light into dappled shadows on the ground. We trod just hours past, so near our home lines. What had happened the night before was still fresh in their minds, and they needed to keep moving if there was any hope of completing this task.

“Alright, now that we know what we are really dealing with here…” I began. We must have a strategy to take down the cult and halt Marcus.

Aiden nodded, his face fixed with determination. “Agreed. Allies are people that we can trust.

Our closest friends were already waiting in the clearing near the pack’s meeting hall. There, with her snark and incredible instinct, is Lilly next to Caleb, who stood as strong as any man she’d known. We were met with nods, intelligence, and power surging in the form of accompaniment.

“What’s going on?” Lilly frowned. what then? You two look like you’ve seen a ghost.

Aiden responded discourteously, “It’s not a ghost. “But not something less lethal.

Gazing their way immediately, we gave them the news from our elders. At first, they looked curious, then shocked, and finally determined.

Marcus is working with this cult to take over. Caleb snarled, his fists curling. “That can’t happen.”

“Exactly,” I said. “However, we need to learn more about their plans so that we can present our case before the others in the pack.

Lilly folded her arms in consideration. The old folks gave us some leads we can follow. Now is the time; we get one chance in two nights.

Aiden nodded. “We’ll need to be discreet. What if Marcus finds out that it’s not safe for anyone?

Caleb smiled and cracked his knuckles. So now we are going on a little recon mission, then? Count me in.”

We hatched our strategy while we heard a rustling of hissing in the nearby bushes. We spun around and stood ready as a figure emerged-a young wolf-from the pack, huffing for breath.

“Hayley, Aiden,” he gasped. “There’s a message for you.”

Then he gave me a tiny old scrap of paper. Aiden glanced back to look at my phone, then both of us simultaneously turned when the waitress came with our order. The note was written quickly and in a childlike manner.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Beware of the shadows. More than you realize, the lost pack already knew. Meet at the old oak at dusk.

Aiden and I shared a look of our own, confusion mixed in with trepidation. One of the pack’s rogues,” I whispered. “What do they want with us?”

Lilly, intrigued herself, leaned in. “It could be a trap.”

“Or it may just be the one break we were waiting for,” Aiden argued. “We have to take the risk.”

Caleb nodded in agreement. “I’ll cover your back. Just in case.”

Having planned the menu, we spent the day getting ready. Arming ourselves with supplies and weapons, we advanced forward, understanding well that the war soon to come would force us beyond our breaking point. As it got closer to dusk, the sun dipped lower and shadows stretched across my ground.

The closer we got to the clearing where the giant oak had, she could feel more and denser in. We stood in the shade of a towering tree, our black, gnarled fingers reaching skyward against the last light.

Aiden said, a whisper to his words as he gazed around.

All we had to do was stand still, the second eternal. I was about to think that the message had been a trick when an individual stepped out of the dark, bordering the street.

It was the rogue pack leader, a wiry and lived-in wolf with old eyes. As careful as the posture was, it seemed not to be a hostile one.

His gravelly voice was still steady. “You got my message.

“Why did you want to meet?” I asked, masking my voice in a neutral manner.

Making sure we were alone, he said in a quiet voice. You have no idea how dangerous the cult is; although your pack is just the beginning, they want to spread out more and Marcus.

Aiden squinted at her as he approached, his face grave. And what do you know of intent?

The rogue leader paused, as if considering his words. “Unexpected friends lurk both inside and outside the pack. Marcus is a mere pawn. Answer correctly. `You will need more than the truth if you want to stop them`.

“What do you propose?” I had to ask, fascinated in spite of myself.

His eyes were dark and determined when they met mine. “An alliance. I have been waging war on the cult’s grip over my pack for decades. It said unified correctness could improve our inner lot.

Caution and just a spark of hope. Taking out the odd rogue pack was a risky business, but we could not afford to sit and wait.

Aiden nodded slowly. “You know what they say about alliances and where your intentions lie.”

The rogue leader nodded, removing his cloak and working a small silver amulet from it. So they used this footage of one of their leaders. It is a symbol of their omnipotence. Use it wisely.”

I reached out for the amulet, feeling its heft in my other hand. We win; this is the proof-observable evidence of how entrenched in their cult it was.

My voice sparkled with gratitude and determination as I told Jay, “Thank you.”

The rogue leader simply dipped his head. “We will be in touch. Until then, be cautious. The shadows are watching.”

Having said that, he disappeared back into the trees and left us standing by ourselves under an ancient oak.

We started heading back to the pack, feeling more purposeful than before. We had allies; we knew the plan, and damn it, this thing was going to succeed.

Yet the ominous alert stayed with me, a harbinger of what was to come. The shadows were watching, but the real fight had yet to take place.