Chapter 115

The scout hesitated, his gaze shifting nervously.

“It’s a… a marking. Silas’s wolves have left signs just outside the boundary—symbols and markings we don’t recognize. It looks like they’re trying to… send a message.”

I glanced at Dante, his expression darkening as he processed the information. Markings weren’t a common tactic; they were usually used to incite fear, to let the opposing pack know that they were being watched. If Silas’s wolves were leaving symbols around our territory, it meant he was trying to unsettle us, to sow seeds of paranoia and fear among our ranks.

“Show us,” I said, signaling for the scout to lead the way.

We followed him through the dense forest, the quiet of the night amplifying every sound, every rustle of leaves, every distant howl. As we approached the eastern boundary, I spotted them: strange symbols carved into the bark of several trees, each marking positioned in a pattern that seemed almost ritualistic, as if intended to hold meaning beyond just a simple warning.

Dante knelt down, studying one of the symbols with a frown.

“This isn’t just a warning. It’s a sign—a message meant to unsettle us, to make us question our own security.”