Chapter 112 The Sanctum Of The Forgotten

• Henry***
• The pulse of light ahead grew stronger, throbbing in rhythm with the unease tightening my chest. Each flicker illuminated the jagged peaks of the mountains like skeletal remains of some long-forgotten beast. The rogues behind me were silent now, their usual gruff chatter replaced by the weight of what lay ahead.
• I could feel it—an oppressive energy that seemed to seep into my bones. It wasn’t just magic. It was ancient, older than the pack, older than anything I had ever known. My paws hesitated mid-step, the instinct to retreat battling fiercely with the drive to push forward.