THE RISE OF THE SHADOWS

The Rise of the Moon's Chosen

Chapter 16: The Rise of the Shadows

The night was quiet and calm .

Too silent.

Marcos stood at the edge of the Blood Wolf Pack's territory, staring up at the full moon. Its silver light bathed the land in an eerie glow, yet something felt off.

His body still ached from the battle with Fenrir, but a deeper unease settled in his chest.

A warning.

Something was coming.

Behind him, the pack celebrated. Drums pounded, voices laughed, and wolves howled in triumph.

Marcos should have felt relieved. He had won.

Fenrir was sealed.

His people were safe.

So why did it feel like this was only the beginning?

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A New Threat

A cold wind swept through the trees.

Marcos' fur bristled.

The shadows near the forest's edge shifted.

Something—or someone—was watching.

He turned sharply, eyes narrowing.

For a moment, there was nothing. Just darkness.

Then—a pair of glowing red eyes blinked open.

Not wolf eyes. Not human. Something… worse.

Marcos' breath hitched. "What the hell…"

A deep, distorted voice echoed from the darkness.

"Did you really think it was over?"

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The shadow moved.

Fast.

Too fast.

A sharp pain exploded in Marcos' chest.

He stumbled back, gasping. Blood dripped from his lips.

His packmates were still laughing in the distance, unaware.

He tried to shout—but the darkness swallowed him whole.

And then—

Everything went black.

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To Be Continued…

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What's Next in Chapter 17?

The mysterious new enemy makes their move.

Marcos wakes up in an unknown location.

The real war is just beginning.