Chapter 11 A Haunting Dream

• The journey home was supposed to be a time of reflection and healing, but unease gripped me tighter with each step. The once-quiet whispers of the forest now felt like a harbinger of another impending disaster. Duke’s presence beside me was a comfort, yet his silence spoke volumes. We had vanquished Stacy, but the shadows of her dark magic lingered, clawing at the edges of our victory.
• As we neared the pack house, the damage from the recent attack was painfully evident. Scorched earth and shattered walls told a story of a desperate battle. Inside, the healers worked tirelessly, their faces etched with exhaustion.
• “Duke, over here!” Lyra’s urgent whisper cut through the air. We found her kneeling beside a wounded pack member, his breath ragged. “It’s Jared. He’s not looking good.”