Forbidden Paths and Sacred Flames
The dawn after the coronation carried no peace.
The skies above the Silvercrest Pack burned with strange hues—moonsilver, bloodred, stormblue—twisting as if the heavens themselves whispered warnings. And deep beneath the temple, Aria walked corridors unseen by most living wolves.
“These tunnels were carved by Moonborn hands long before the first Alpha ever howled,” said Elder Elias, his torch flickering with blue fire. “What lies ahead may help you survive. Or… destroy you.”
Aria’s steps echoed, her crown now gone, replaced by warrior’s braids and a simple leather tunic. She wasn’t a queen. Not now. Now she was a weapon being sharpened for war.
They stopped before a sealed obsidian door etched with a crescent and three claw marks.
“This is the Archiv
