Whispers of the Forgotten

The Rise of the Moon's Chosen

Chapter 9: Whispers of the Forgotten

The wind howled through the trees.

Marcos stood on the balcony of the Blood Wolf Pack's stronghold, his silver eyes locked onto the moon. It had been a week since his victory over Hadrian, and yet—he could not rest.

Not when something felt wrong.

His body had adjusted to the power of the First Alpha, but at night, he could feel a presence watching him. Something old. Something hungry.

Selene approached from behind, her green eyes filled with concern.

"You're not sleeping."

Marcos smirked. "How can I, when the world is still moving?"

She sighed. "You can also feel it , can't you?"

Marcos turned to her. "What do you mean?"

Selene hesitated, then finally admitted, "I've been having visions."

His brows furrowed. "Visions?"

She nodded. "Flashes of something… something ancient. A wolf with eyes like fire, standing in the ruins of a battlefield. Every night, the same voice whispers a name to me."

Marcos felt his chest tighten.

"What name?"

Selene met his glance , her voice barely above a murmured .

"Ragnarok."

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The Twilight of the gods

The next morning, Marcos brought together his most reliable wolves—Jax, Selene, Darius, and the newly assembled Council of Alphas.

He stood before them, arms crossed.

"Tell me everything you know about Ragnarok."

Silence filled the room.

Then, an old wolf—Elder Magnus—stepped forward.

"Ragnarok… is not a name." His voice was low and heavy. "It is a prophecy."

The room tensed.

Elder Magnus continued, "Long before the age of packs, before the first Alpha ruled, there were the Primordials—the original wolves, born from the Moon herself."

Jax scoffed. "We all know the old stories. What does that have to do with now?"

Elder Magnus ignored him.

"Among them was a wolf unlike any other. He was not blessed by the Moon, but by something darker. A force beyond the stars. He was called Fenrir."

Marcos felt a chill run down his spine.

Elder Magnus' voice dropped lower. "Fenrir was destruction incarnate. He was not bound by the laws of the packs. He devoured Alphas. Killed the Chosen. And when he could not be defeated, the Moon Goddess herself sealed him away."

Selene whispered, "In the ruins of the Forgotten Valley."

Elder Magnus nodded gravely. "The prophecy of Ragnarok states that if Fenrir is ever freed, his return will mark the end of all packs. The end of the Moon's rule."

A heavy silence filled the chamber.

Then, Marcos spoke.

"He's coming back."

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A Warning in Blood

Later that night, a messenger from the Ironhide Pack arrived.

He was barely alive. His body was covered in claw marks, his breathing ragged.

Marcos and his warriors rushed to him. "What happened?"

The messenger's eyes were filled with horror. "The valley…" he gasped. "The ruins… they're—"

His body convulsed.

Then—a deep, guttural growl erupted from his throat.

His bones snapped. His skin ripped apart.

Before their eyes, he morphed—not into a wolf, but into something twisted.

A Shadowborn.

Jax drew his sword. "What the actual hell—?!"

The creature lunged.

Marcos reacted instantly, his claws tearing through its chest.

The beast screeched, dissolving into black mist.

Selene stepped back, eyes wide. "That… that was dark magic."

Marcos clenched his fists. "No." He looked up at the moon.

"That was a warning."

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The Beginning of the great End

Marcos gathered his warriors.

"We leave at dawn."

Jax raised an eyebrow. "Where exactly are we going?"

Marcos exhaled. "To the Forgotten Valley."

Darius narrowed his eyes. "Are you insane? If the legends are true—"

"Then we don't have time to wait." Marcos' voice was calm but firm. "Fenrir is waking up. And if we don't stop him now… there won't be a world left to save."

The warriors exchanged uncertain glances, but none argued.

They knew this was only the beginning.

And as the wind howled once more, carrying with it the scent of blood and prophecy—

Marcos felt it.

A presence.

Something vast. Something ancient.

Something hungry.

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To Be Continued…

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What's Next in Chapter 10?

Marcos and his warriors journey to the Forgotten Valley.

The discovery of an ancient truth about Fenrir's imprisonment.

The first battle against the creatures of Ragnarok.