Chapter 5 The Pack Unleashed

The Pack Unleashed

Opening Scene: The Approach

The night air in the City of Divination was thick with the scent of damp stone and decay. The remnants of a civilization long since abandoned surrounded them crumbling cathedrals, shattered stained-glass windows, and alleyways swallowed by creeping vines. The weight of the city's dark past settled over Cameron like an invisible shroud, pressing down on him as he walked.

Ahead, the abandoned warehouse loomed, rusted and weathered by time. It was a structure long forgotten, yet it still pulsed with an unspoken menace, as though the walls themselves had absorbed the suffering of those who had once sought shelter there.

Apollos led the way, his presence as commanding as ever. Though his face betrayed nothing, Cameron could sense his heightened awareness, the way his gaze flickered to every possible point of ambush. Apollos had served his family for years Long before Cameron had ever come to understand the weight of their bloodline. Despite knowing what he was, despite the quiet and restrained power that lurked beneath his measured exterior, Cameron still found it difficult to read him.

Sandra walked beside Cameron, her steps careful, deliberate. She was tense-they all were-but there was something else between them, something unspoken. More than once, Cameron caught her eyes on him, lingering just long enough for something to pass between them. Recognition? Uncertainty? Something deeper? Whatever it was, it unsettled him in a way he wasn't ready to confront.

Their footsteps barely echoed as they stepped onto the worn pavement in front of the warehouse doors. Cameron adjusted the strap of his jacket, pushing aside the lingering weight of his thoughts. They had come here with a purpose.

A weapon. A mystical dagger.

Rumored to be capable of piercing both vampire and werewolf flesh.

A weapon like that in the wrong hands would be devastating.

Apollos raised a gloved hand, signaling them to stop. His voice came low and firm.

"We're close. But so are they."

Act 1: The Hunt Begins

Inside, the warehouse was a ruin of collapsed beams and forgotten relics. Broken crates littered the floor, their contents long since stripped away by time and scavengers. The air was thick with dust, and every breath carried the scent of something old, something rotting beneath the surface.

Sandra moved swiftly toward the far wall, where ancient symbols had been carved into the stone. With careful precision, she brushed away layers of dirt, her fingers tracing the runes as she murmured under her breath.

Cameron watched her work, his senses on high alert. His powers had been unstable since unlocking the darker truths of his lineage, but even without them, he could feel it the shift in the air, the presence of something just beyond the veil of sight.

"They're protective markings," Sandra muttered, flipping open a small leather-bound notebook. "Whoever hid the dagger didn't just want to keep people out... they wanted to keep something in."

Cameron tensed. "Then we need to get it before anyone else does."

The words had barely left his lips when the atmosphere around them changed.

The air grew heavier.

Then, from the shadows beyond the doorway-a low, guttural growl.

"They're here," Apollos murmured, his tone unreadable.

Then, they stepped into the light.

A pack of werewolves.

Massive, hulking creatures with fur as dark as the void, their muscles coiled with barely restrained violence. And at their head stood a figure unlike the rest.

Thorne.

Cameron's breath caught.

The Alpha.

He was taller than the others, broader. His presence was suffocating, the air around him charged with a primal energy that made Cameron's skin crawl.

His eyes.. burning yellow.. fixed on Cameron with a look of familiarity. Recognition.

When he spoke, his voice was deep, a growl edged with something almost like amusement.

"The boy has returned."

Cameron's heartbeat thundered in his ears.

Thorne stepped forward, his massive form barely making a sound despite his sheer size. His movements were controlled, deliberate, like a predator who had already decided how the hunt would end.

Then came the words that changed everything.

"Your mother was a fool to believe she could hide you forever."

The world around Cameron seemed to tilt.

His mother?

His throat went dry. His pulse roared in his ears.

How did this creature this monster know about his mother?

And why did it feel like something deep inside him already knew the answer?

He knew this wasn't just a Game anymore

The stakes are only getting higher!