BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 150: A DEATH TRAP CAVE

Chapter 150: A DEATH TRAP CAVE

{ "Courage - a perfect sensibility of the measure of danger, and a mental willingness to endure it." }

FRERY’S

The cold had gnawed at my bones. Each wave had slammed against the jagged rocks, sending salt spray into my face like tiny needles. My fingers were numb, barely gripping the slick stone as I pulled myself out of the churning water. I turned back, scanning the black waves.

"Dante!" I called, my voice barely carrying over the wind.

A moment later, he emerged from the sea, gasping. His dark hair clung to his face; his lips were nearly blue. He gripped the rock beside me and hauled himself up with a groan.

"That was hell," he muttered between ragged breaths.

I didn’t argue. The ocean path to Bloodstone Mountain was the hardest route—treacherous, hidden, and almost impossible to survive. But the caves at the eastern base were untouched. No one was supposed to make it this far. The wind howled, swirling around the narrow ledge where we crouched. The entrance loomed before us, a gaping maw in the mountainside. The stone was dark and wet and bled streaks of iron-rich water down its jagged walls.

I wiped my face with a shaking hand. "We go in now, or we freeze out here.

The moment my foot crossed the threshold, my skin prickled. A force, invisible yet suffocating, wrapped around me like a second layer of ice, not cold like the ocean, but dark, pressing, wrong.

Dante stumbled behind me, cursing. "Shit did you feel that?"

I nodded, my breath coming out in a shudder. The air inside the cave was thick, humming with something unseen. The moment we stepped in, the howling wind outside cut off, leaving behind a silence too deep, too unnatural.

I reached out, pressing my palm against the cave wall. A vibration thrummed through the stone, slow and pulsing, like a heartbeat. The rock was warm—too warm. My stomach twisted.

"Dante," I whispered. "This place is alive."

He exhaled sharply. "Not just alive. This is magic. Old magic."

The realization settled over me like a weight. A barrier. We had stepped through something unseen, something designed to keep people out, or worse, keep something in.Dante shifted beside me, shaking the water from his fingers. "Tell me you have a good feeling about this."

I glanced deeper into the cave. The shadows seemed to move, twisting unnaturally, and the air itself pulsed with something rotten, something waiting.

I swallowed hard. "Not even a little."

A sharp pulse tore through my chest. My breath hitched. Heat flooded my veins, spreading like wildfire under my skin. I staggered back, clutching my ribs as the familiar, primal presence stirred inside me. Kayne, my beast, stretched, waking from its restless slumber, its growl rumbling through my bones. My fingers twitched, nails sharpening for a split second before I forced them still.

Dante took a step toward me, his brows furrowed. "Frery? What the hell is—"

Before he could finish, the Kayne Stone at my chest flared to life. A deep crimson glow bled from the gem, casting eerie light over the cave walls. The air crackled, thick with power. I felt the shift before I saw it, the invisible magic barrier rippling, shuddering, before splitting open like a wound torn wide.

Dante sucked in a sharp breath. "What did you just do?"

I didn’t answer. My heart thundered as Kayne pushed harder against me, its hunger clawing at my mind. The cave groaned, the walls trembling as if they, too, sensed the beast stirring within me. I exhaled, pressing a hand against my chest as the heat from the Kayne Stone slowly faded. The magic barrier had been torn open, its presence now nothing more than a whisper in the air. Dante was still staring at me, eyes wide, mouth slightly open.

I rolled my shoulders, trying to shake off the lingering weight of Kayne’s presence. "The Kayne Stone," I said, my voice rough. "It pushed through the magic. Broke past whatever was keeping us out."

Dante’s shock melted into something else: excitement. A grin stretched across his face, wild and untamed. "That. Was. Incredible."

I shot him a look. "You’re way too happy about this."

He ignored me, already stepping forward. "Do you have any idea what this means? We might be the first ones to ever make it past this barrier. Who knows if it was created by the evil in the mountain?"

That was exactly what I was afraid of, but still, I followed as he moved deeper inside. The air grew heavier, colder, the cave walls slick with moisture that shimmered under the dim light of the Kayne Stone. Shadows stretched ahead of us, shifting strangely, as if they weren’t just tricks of the light.

Dante turned back, his grin never fading. "Come on, Frery. Where’s your sense of adventure? I remember one time we tried to get to the mountains through the ocean, and we failed as the tide was too high."

I sighed, gripping the stone at my throat. "Somewhere back in the ocean, freezing to death. Let us not forget what made us come to this creepy mountain.n "The path twisted downward, the walls narrowing around us until the air itself felt squeezed. Then, just as suddenly, the tunnel widened, opening into a vast cavern.

Dante let out a low whistle. "Well, that’s a problem."

A dark pool stretched out before us, endless and still, its surface smooth as glass. The air smelled damp, tinged with something old, something wrong. I stepped forward, feeling the pulse of magic crawling over my skin.

Dante nudged my arm. "I don’t see another way but to get into the water."

I crouched by the water’s edge, staring into its depths. It was too perfect. Too untouched. I reached out, fingers hovering just above the surface, and then, nothing. No ripple. No movement. Just an eerie, unnatural stillness and then I pulled back, my jaw tightening. "This isn’t water."

Dante blinked. "What?"

I stood, shaking off the uneasy feeling slithering up my spine. "It’s an illusion. A barrier made to look like water. Meant to keep people from going further."

Dante let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Damn, what the hell are we walking into Frery, I am starting to wonder if this was a good idea"

I nodded. "Exactly. Which means..." I took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Dante grabbed my arm. "Whoa, whoa, what are you—"

Before he could stop me, I walked straight into the water except there was no water. Just cold, space. My foot landed on solid ground beneath the illusion, my body passing through as if stepping through smoke.

I turned back, smirking slightly. "You coming or what?"

Dante huffed, rubbing the back of his neck before grinning. "You are fucking insane, you know that?"

"Probably," I admitted.

The second my foot left the ice and touched the cave floor, a deep, thunderous rumble shook the air. It wasn’t just sound—it was force, rolling through my bones, vibrating in my skull.

Dante stiffened. "Tell me that was your stomach."

"Run!" I shouted.

The walls groaned, and before I could take another breath, the ceiling began to give way. Jagged slabs of rock broke free, crashing down like the wrath of the mountain itself.

Dante swore, leaping forward as a boulder the size of a carriage smashed into the ice where he had just been. I grabbed his arm, yanking him ahead as we sprinted, dodging falling debris.

A crack split through the air, deafening. Dust and stone rained down around us. My lungs burned, and my legs screamed, but I didn’t stop.

Dante coughed, barely keeping up. "Great idea, take the cave path, Dante. It’ll be fine, Dante!"

"Less complaining, more running!" I shot back. Ahead, the passage narrowed. If we could just make it through. Then, a shadow loomed above. My stomach dropped. A massive rock, bigger than any before, broke free from the ceiling—And we were right beneath it. The air exploded with dust and chaos. Rocks crashed down like the mountain itself was trying to swallow us whole.

"Move!" I shouted, grabbing Dante’s arm and yanking him sideways as a boulder slammed into the ground where he had just been standing. The impact sent a shockwave through my legs, and I nearly lost my footing on the unstable ground.

Dante gasped, barely dodging another chunk of stone. "I hate this! I hate this so much!"

"Yeah? Well, keep moving or you won’t have time to hate anything!"

We weaved through the falling debris, every step a gamble. My muscles burned, and my lungs screamed for air, but there was no time to stop. The path ahead was closing fast.

Then, just as suddenly as it had started, the cave stilled. The last echoes of destruction faded into the deep, swallowing silence. Dust settled in thick, suffocating waves around us. I coughed, shaking debris from my hair as I turned to Dante, who was bent over, hands on his knees, panting hard.

"That was close," he wheezed.

I frowned, my instincts still screaming. Something wasn’t right. I glanced around, heart pounding, and that’s when I saw it: the pattern. The way the rocks had fallen, the way the cave had crumbled. It wasn’t random. It wasn’t natural.

Dante must’ve seen my expression because he straightened, his brows furrowing. "What?"

I exhaled sharply, clenching my fists. "We walked right into a trap."

His face paled. "Oh, that’s fantastic. What kind of trap?"

I scanned the dim cavern, my pulse hammering. "The kind that makes sure we never walk out the people behind all this are not playing around and they are making sure that anyone who access the mountain will never come out."

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