Chapter Fifty-seven

Far from the gathering at the Great Hall, a hidden cabin, nestled within the secluded embrace of towering trees, provided refuge for the wiry spy, Raven as he relayed vital information to Ethan. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, a testament to the intensity of the situation, his voice trembling with a potent mix of fear and excitement.

"Ethan," Raven began, his voice quivering slightly, "I have news. Ariana has returned," his words barely more than a breathless whisper.

Ethan's eyes sparkled with a blend of relief and delight as he absorbed the weighty revelation. His fingers drummed rhythmically against the worn wooden table, a manifestation of his mounting anticipation. "Finally," he exhaled, a jubilant grin unfurling across his features.

"After all this time. So, Ariana has returned," Ethan said, his voice filled with anticipation. "This is our moment, Raven. Our chance to invade Robert's pack and retrieve Ariana."