Chapter 92 The Untrue Society
The following day Sharon started having confidence she has forgotten the past as bye gone is bye gone.
Perhaps,She glanced at the wall,she continued laughing .Rever quiet but bernt.
We all have to find the historical background of this kingdom.
Mara replied “do not get distracted by the journal.
Mara,Sharon and Nalis planned to know more about their historical background of the kingdom.
They had a meeting with the elders pack but the chiefs pack didn't show up.
Farren said” if we want to move forward we have to understand where we came from”.
He continued with his words
“ We have to understand our historical background,such as our culture and traditions.
Mara replied
Oh yes ,you are right,our culture and traditions are different from other parks.
Farren chuckled
He nodded
Tomorrow morning we will go and search for our history from the elders.
This is a project for you all.
Mara replied “we searched but we didn't gather enough information”.
He replied “yes”
As the group stepped into the shadow lair,the heavy gravestone creaked shut behind them.They were unable to move in.
Mara and Sharon screamed.Their eyes were read.Farren and Nalis on the other hand fell on the floor.
“What's happening”.
Farren said.
Farren shouted .
God of our ancestors!
God of our ancestors!!
Pls protect us,do not forsake us .
Rever cleared his throat.
He was the most powerful among them.
As he considered the neclogy his eyes narrowed.
Rever said remember I told you, the first time we came here,you be strong and careful.
At the library ,Mara started reading.Sge read carefully.
Rever said” this research will be a long project,we can finish it in a day.I'll give you all an assignment”.
“Did you agree?
He questioned his colleagues .
After an hour, they find their way outside.
Under the silvery glow of the full moon, the pack mounted their mighty steeds and ascended to the hidden lair. Yet, even in the heart of night, they continued their relentless pursuit of truth. Previous hunts had yielded no potent belief to guide their savage souls.
The group started singing ,the song made Mara's head swell up.
Rever horse was at the front,he led them.
They continued with their song.
They sang the song in their language.
Na Ra! na Ra,kuyana ya.
Meaning:Holly holy, our only land.
They arrived at the park, they found their way to their chamber.
They rejoice with each other as they know the historical background of the mystery will soon be known.
The park elders were surprised about their arrival.
The following day,they find their way to the place.Mara is tired of this.
“The secret we have been chasing is yet to be reviewed”.
Mara spoke out
Do not say this.
“Let work as a union,if it's a war,let fight it”
Rever said.
“Farren his arms and murmured,we knew this is dangerous but we have no choice”.
“Do not be scared,our ancestors lead us”.
Rever said do not get distracted by the air, focus on what brought you here
Rever kindly gave his colleagues an instruction.
Mara and Sharon moved closer to the artifact.
Bothtook a journal.They carefully read it.
On the library chef ,they saw a story book, with a title “The historical background Secret”
Oh! we found the story
Mara and Sharon shouted.
Kudos to us
They were amazed.
They laughed
Rever carefully smile.
They read the story carefully but the story didn't relate with what they wanted.
Mara hissed.
Mtcheew!!
This is a fake story.Although it might be a non_ fiction story.
Farren replied ,a non_ fiction story won't be written as a historical background.
Rever :” yes you are right”
It's high time we put effort.I will assure you guys.We will find it.My people be strong,be a strong wolf.
Farren speaks volcaly,the information will be obtained soon.
Perhaps,here is a library and museum where we will acquire information,but we didn't find any information relating to our searches.
Rever chuckled.
He nodded.
Practice makes perfect.Rever said.
Let's continue our research.Nobody knows it all.
Farren :Oh yes ,you are correct.We continue on with it.
Mara sluggish,oh yes you are correct we need to understand our history.Take the record.
Under a cloak of twilight, the werewolf known as Rever prowled the shadowed corridors of the ancient library, his amber eyes scanning dusty tomes and brittle scrolls. His pack had long yearned to unlock the secrets of their lineage—the hidden history of a once-regal kingdom now lost to time. Yet despite countless nights poring over the musty pages, the history they craved was elusive, veiled behind dead ends, cryptic inscriptions, and deliberate omissions.
Frustration simmering beneath his furrowed brow, Rever convened with his kin in the deserted archives. “These records—they hide more than they reveal,” he growled softly. His voice, heavy with both sorrow and determination, echoed off the cold stone walls. The intricate tales of valor, betrayal, and the ancient magic that had once united their scattered tribes were nowhere to be found, leaving only riddles of an era that had vanished like a half-remembered dream.
Refusing to bow to obscurity, the pack resolved to carve out their own path to the truth. Under a glimmering crescent moon, they set off beyond the library’s iron-bound doors. The forest stretched before them like a living labyrinth: gnarled trees whispered ancestral secrets and winds carried the faint scent of salt and sage. Following age-old markers etched into the bark of ancient oaks, they navigated the wild, untamed lands that their ancestors once roamed.
Through perilous marshes and over craggy hilltops, each step drew them closer to the forgotten kingdom whispered of in fragmented myths. Their journey was fraught with challenges—hungry shadows, deceptive mirages, and the relentless howl of the distant wilderness. Yet the pack pressed on, each howl in unison a defiant anthem against the silences of obscured history.
Finally, as dawn broke with a cascade of gold over dew-laden meadows, the silhouette of an imposing fortress emerged from behind a curtain of ivy and mist. Its high, crumbling walls bore carvings of noble beasts and ancient symbols, resonating with a power that pulsated beneath the earth. Here, in this forgotten citadel, the werewolves felt an inexplicable pull—as if the very stone remembered the legacy of a kingdom that had once been theirs.
In that hallowed place, with echoes of their ancestors intermingling with the gentle rustle of the morning breeze, Lysander and his kin discovered relics and manuscripts not housed in the library. These artifacts, hidden in secret vaults and scattered throughout the ruins, told the true history of their people—stories of honor, unity, and a magical dominion lost to time. Their journey was no longer just about reclaiming the past; it was about stepping into a future that honored the legacy of their kingdom, the legacy of the wild spirit within each of them.
And so, under the watchful eyes of history and destiny, the pack of werewolves embraced their heritage. With each howl that pierced the dawn, they reaffirmed the bond between the mystery of the past and the promise of a luminous, reclaimed future in the kingdom that was rightfully theirs.