Elvira’s POV
The night felt longer than usual, the wind hollow as it swept through the trees outside my window. Sleep wouldn’t come. It hadn’t come in days. I lay on my side, staring at the shadows on the far wall, counting the seconds between the beats of my heart.
But it wasn’t the sleeplessness that made me feel hollow.
It was the visions.
The ones that started as dreams, now crept into my waking hours like poison. And tonight, it was worse.
I closed my eyes to sleep. The room faded, swallowed by darkness.
And then, fire. A roaring blaring fire.
I stood at the center of it all, untouched by the heat. Before me rose a throne, if you could call it that, a monstrous thing made of bones, twisted together, their ends jagged, their surfaces stained dark. Skulls adorned the top like a crown, hollow eye sockets watching me.
Around the base, wolves. Towering wolves, their fur so black it seemed to swallow the firelight. They stood still, heads lowered in submission. Their white eyes
