My brother Charlie and I stood side by side, our eyes fixed on the mummified figure before us. Its desiccated form seemed to emanate an otherworldly presence, while my pendant continued to pulsate with a soft, ethereal glow.
I expected Kael to suddenly show up, but he didn't. And suddenly, the mummified figure spoke again, its voice raspy. "I am Harry," it croaked, the words resonating through the room. "Alpha of the Midnight Sun Pack."
"The Dawn Glory pack," Charlie began, his voice tinged with a sense of reverence. "They were legends, Dahlia. Their power and influence were unmatched. However, a pack of rogue werewolves decimated and wiped them out. It was said that only one member survived, someone who held the key to the pack's hidden secrets."
My eyes widened, and my gaze locked wit
