BLOODMOON

Chapter Eighteen: Shadows Of The Pack

Arvan and his pack emerged from the vivid visions, their hearts pounding and sweat glistening on their foreheads. They exchanged glances of awe and exhaustion, grateful for the knowledge they'd gained. Arvan turned to Wískanitón's grandmother and spoke with deep gratitude, "Thank you, wise one, for sharing these visions with us. They were enlightening."

Wískanitón's grandmother, her eyes filled with ancient wisdom, replied, "You are welcome, Arvan. These visions hold the key to your destiny, and it's crucial that you understand your past to shape your future."

With her blessing, they exited the teepee and headed back into the warmth of the house. Sahil, still trying to process what he had witnessed, couldn't contain his curiosity and blurted out, "What the fuck did we just witness?"

Alexis, his voice trembling from the revelations, explained, "We witnessed the origins of the Lycans, their feud with the Order Of Jupiter, and the Lupus Daemonium. It's a tale of ancient conflict and a destiny that's entwined with our own. We have a purpose, Sahil, and we must confront our past to face the challenges ahead."

The pack huddled together, grappling with the weight of the visions they had just witnessed, a middle-aged indigenous Mohawk man silently approached them from behind. His presence was almost unnoticed until he spoke, "Did you see the visions?"

Startled by his sudden appearance, the pack turned to face him. Arvan, with a mixture of curiosity and caution, replied, "Yes, we saw the visions. They were a revelation filled with the history of our kind."

The Mohawk man nodded solemnly, his eyes reflecting a deep understanding. "The past holds many secrets," he said. "These visions are a gift from the spirits, a guide for the path that lies ahead. Your journey is just beginning, and you must heed the lessons they offer."

Arvan and his pack exchanged a glance, realizing that this encounter was not a mere coincidence. It seemed that their connection to the mystical world was growing stronger, and they were being guided towards a destiny they were only beginning to comprehend.

The Mohawk man extended his hand in a gesture of goodwill and introduced himself, "I am Karoni, and I am Wískanitón's father."

The revelation left the pack stunned. Wískanitón's father had appeared at this pivotal moment, connecting the threads of their destinies in an unexpected way. Arvan shook Karoni's hand with respect and said, "It's an honor to meet you, Karoni. Your son has been a wise guide for us on this journey."

Karoni's eyes held a mix of pride and concern as he continued, "Wískanitón told me of your arrival and the importance of these visions. They carry the weight of our people's history and the challenges you will face. You are part of a great tapestry, and it's time to learn more about your roles in it."

With Karoni's presence, the pack understood that their path was intricately linked to the indigenous Mohawk community and their mystical traditions. They were about to embark on a journey that would not only define their own destinies but also the fate of the Lycans and their ancient conflicts.

Karoni extended a warm invitation, saying, "Why don't you all join me for dinner  at my house? We can discuss the visions and the path that lies ahead."

Arvan nodded appreciatively, accepting the invitation, "Thank you, Karoni. We'd be honored to join you for dinner at your house."

As they followed Karoni to his home, Zaid leaned in to speak with his cousin Hussain in Arabic, their voices hushed. "Hussain, I was thinking of heading back to Edmonton tomorrow," Zaid confided.

Hussain looked at him with a hint of surprise, then concern. "So soon? We've only just reunited after all these years. Why the rush?"

Zaid hesitated for a moment, his gaze distant, and then responded, "I understand, but I have some responsibilities back home. I promise I'll come visit again soon."