Chapter 18: The Lost Pack's Curse

Nathan's POV

The scholars moved around me in a loose circle, their voices rising in hushed chants.

The wind howled viciously In the courtyard as they continued.

I suddenly felt a strange invisible pull and my head grew unbearably heavy.

My vision began to fade, then everything went black.

When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t in the courtyard anymore. I was nowhere.

A vast, empty void surrounded me.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the unknown, stepping forward.

I knew him instantly.

The figure from my nightmares who has been haunting me.

His golden eyes burning with intensity.

“I am Aedric” He declared, his voice rumbled like thunder. “King of the Lost Pack.”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding.

“What is this place?”

“A memory. A prison. A curse,” Aedric replied, stepping closer.

The mist changed, revealing a war in a battlefield.

I saw werewolves and vampires fighting side by side against humans.

No, not humans. Magicians that held magical staffs.