Chapter 52 When The Mountain Opens
SERAPHINA
<b>“</b><b>The </b>mountain?” one of the Alphas muttered, frowning at the looming terrain ahead. All of us stood at the base of the jagged ridge, having been brought here by the Alpha instructors for the team trial. No wonder it had taken nearly twelve hours to reach this ce.
Even from the foot of the mountain, the wind was colder–crisper, biting against skin and clothing alike. Around me, the other Alphas looked tense. Some were stiff with anticipation, others crackled with adrenaline. But then there <b>was </b>the group I was part of four Alphas who looked like they’d strolled into a pic rather than a <b>trial </b>that could end our futures.
Finn was casually chewing gum like he was wandering through a garden, entirely unbothered. Asher had his hands tucked in <b>his </b>pockets, humming a tune that somehow sounded like a haunted luby–only the Goddess knew why. Dante had earphones in his ears, and I couldn’t even begin to understand how he’d smuggled those in when electronics were strictly banned at the Academy. Then there was Ronan–leaning back slightly, exhaling smoke from a cigarette like it was just another Tuesday, not a vition of at least three Academy rules, Cigarettes, alcohol, or the use of any kind of drug was forbidden.
<b>And </b>me? I clenched my fists tightly at my sides.
While they looked like they didn’t have <b>a </b>care in the world, I was brimming with unease–not due to the trial itself, but of the fact that they were my team. If I <b>were </b>alone, I could move freely. I could take risks, shift if I had to. But now? Now everything <b>was </b>tangled <b>and </bplicated.
Alpha Gideon <b>strode </b>forward, his dark cloak trailing behind him like smoke dancing from fire. His voice boomed across the clearing.
“Everyone, stand in your teams!”
His sharp gaze swept across the crowd and lingered on us–me, Ronan, Dante, Finn, and Asher for a beat longer than the others. I noticed for the first time that there were eleven groups in total. Fifty–five Alphas remained.
The energy in the air shifted, tension pulled taut like à bowstring.
Alpha <b>Gideon’s </b>voice cut through the wind. “As you’ve probably guessed, this is a team trial. But unlike anything before… you will be told nothing about it. No rules. No maps. No briefings. <b>Nothing</b>.”
u’ve faced
The murmur of confusion rippled through the groups. I <b>wasn’t </b>immune to the unease.
He continued, eyes sharp as steel. “Because in the real world, danger doesn’te with a handbook. It doesn’t announce itself. It arrives suddenly, shifts shapely, <b>and </b>wrecks every n you thought was solid. Only those who can adapt–together-
make it out.”
He paced slowly in <b>front </b>of us, <b>every </b><b>step </b>purposeful.
This trial is about more than just strength. It will <b>test </b>your <b>instincts</b>, <b>your </b><b>leadership</b>, your trust in one <b>another</b>, Especially when <b>nothing </b>makes sense.”
Then he stopped, facing us <b>all </b><b>again</b>. “This is not an individual <b>challenge</b>. If one of <b>you </b>falls, the whole team falls. If one fails, <b>everyone </b>fails. If one of you makes <b>a </b><b>mistake</b>, your teammates will pay the price
I felt my breath catch. My <b>pulse </b>skipped. This <b>wasn’t </b>a test. It was a trap with <b>teamwork </b>as <b>the </b>primary <b>weapon</b>.
Alpha Hugo stepped forward “We’re not here to see how <b>strong </b>you are alone. We’re here to test how far you’ll go to <b>keep </b>one another alive. One death <b>means </b><b>failure </b>for all”
That was when <b>Alpha </b>Jude delivered the <b>final </b>blow
The team that returnsst, or returns with a missing or dead member, will be disqualified <b>from </b>the Academy<b>” </b>
Silence fell like a de
It <b>wasn’t </b>just a challenge anymore. It was a warning Our futures were in each other’s hands.
“Hal” Alpha Jude added, “the team that returns <b>first</b>, with all team members alive, will turn the entire leaderboard upside
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Alpha Gideon raised his arm and pointed toward the <b>mist</b>–veiled wilderness beyond the mountain ridge. Then let the trial begin.”
A chilling bowl echoed somewhere in the distance–<b>sharp</b>, long, and unnatural.
The Alphas exploded into motion, each team surging forward toward the wild unknown.
Except ours.
I nced left. <b>Finn </b><b>and </b>Dante.
Then right Asher and Ronan.
Not a single one of them moved. Not a single one even looked at each other. There was no unity here, no bond. Just silent hostility, cold rivalry, and mutual disinterest. This wasn’t <b>a </b>team.
It was a disaster in the making
<b>And </b>I was right in the middle of it.
Steeling myself, I took a deep breach and stepped forward, heading toward the mountain alone. I wouldn’t be thest to move. Not today.
Secondster, I heard footsteps crunching behind me. I turned my head just slightly, and saw all four of them following.
I pressed my lips into a thin line, gaze locked onto the fog ahead as I started running and all four of my teammates matched my pace as we finally entered into the darkness.
This wasn’t <b>just </b><b>a </b><b>trial</b>.
This was going to be the hardest survival test of my life.
Up ahead, <b>sharp </b>movement caught my eye. But when we reached ahead no group was there, it <b>was </b>as if they had disappeared. There was <b>only </b>a torch in a tree.
“There <b>is </b>something in that branch,” Finn pointed at the <b>tree</b>.
Tucked between the branches of <b>an </b>old pine was a <b>scroll</b>. Dante stepped forward and pulled it free.
As he unrolled it<b>, </b>a pen shimmered into existence beside the parchment, hovering mid–air before falling into his hand.
His voice was <b>even </b>as he <b>read </b>aloud:
“Choose the leader of the group within one minute with everyone’s agreement and write their name on this note Or after every minute one of the group members will die.”
What?” <b>Asher </b>frowned <b>and </b>my eyes widened.
“It does not seem <b>like </b>an empty threat,” Ronan murmured, his eyes going to the shining pen
A strange pressige tightened in the air the moment he <b>finished</b>. The scroll pulsed faintly with golden light<b>, </b>and the pent shimmered ominously
None of us moved
Silvice stretched between <b>us </b><b>like </b>a de.
muttered, ncing around. “We don’t even know what the next trial is. How are we supposed to choose a leader for it!” My heart thudded. The tute wasn’t just a prompt, it was a trap. “Choosing the wrong leader could cost us everything.” I <b>stated </b>
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lowly. But the worst part?
The clock was ticking.
Still, no one spoke up.
No one volunteered,
But
at no one refused <b>either</b><b>. </b>
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“Twenty seconds left.” Dante pointed out as everyone looked at <b>each </b>other. If what the note said was true, one of us was going
todic.
“How about we do it alphabetically? First letter of our names.
Everyone’s gaze went to Finn. It sounded fair and neutral<b>. </b>Then everyone’s gaze shifted to Asher. A came first.
He blinked in realization and then nodded, “Alright, I don’t <b>have </b>a problem with that.”
Dante passed him the pen, and Asher stepped forward. He quickly scribbled his name across the <b>scroll </b>with neat precision.
The moment he was <b>done</b><b>, </b>the ground beneath <b>us </b><b>shook</b>. “What was that?” I murmured as all of us stilled, my wolf waspletely alert in my <b>mind </b>as the next second, the earth beneath us lurched.
<b>“</b>What the
The ground tilted violently. My feet slipped out <b>from </b>under me as the tree behind us cracked open with a mechanical groan, like stone <b>grinding </b><b>against </b>stone.
fell.
My <b>eyes </b>squeezed tightly shut as I felt someone’s touch on my hand almost <b>as </b>if protecting me, before we went down, down, deeper into darkness. I hit the slope hard, rolling uncontrobly, dirt <b>and </b>roots whipping past me until we crashed against solid ground again with a thud.
I groaned, blinking <b>at </b>the dim red glow surrounding us.
“What the hell…” Asher muttered beside me, brushing dirt off <b>his </b>arms as he <b>stood</b>.
I staggered to my feet, and froze.. just like others.
The <b>walls </b><b>around </b>us <b>were </b>stone. Cold, slick, and ancient. Carvings were <b>etched </b>into the <b>archways </b>overhead. A thick metallic scent filled the air. And at the center of the underground <b>chamber</b>….
stood a throne <b>of </b>bone <b>and </b>blood.
Dante swore <b>low </b>under his breath. “This <b>isn’t </b>a <b>cave</b>”
“No.” Ronan said grimly. “This is a <b>vampire </b>den.”
I held <b>my </b>breath.
The trial had <b>begun</b>.
And we’d justnded in hell.
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