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Whispers in the Pines

작가: K. Kennedy
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-06-30 10:01:55

The dawn broke cold and sharp, with a frost that glittered on the edges of pine needles like tiny diamonds. I stood on the ridge overlooking Ashfang’s camp, the air still and heavy as if the forest itself was holding its breath. Below, the pack stirred slowly—wolves stretching, noses twitching, voices muted by the weight of what had come before.

It had been a week since the first battle against the cursed wolves, and the scars of that night still burned fresh in my mind. The earth at the northern ridge was scorched and blackened where our traps had failed, where blood and ash mingled with pine needles and dirt. I could almost see their twisted shapes in the flickering shadows: malformed wolves with eyes that gleamed like poisoned silver, snarling in rage and madness.

I closed my eyes and felt Nyx, my wolf, stir beneath my skin. The tension in the pack echoed inside me like a low growl — restless, uneasy. The wolf sensed it before I did: the scent of danger, old and new, weaving throug
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  • Beneath the Howling Pines   Silent Vows

    The night air was cold, biting through the layers of my coat like a blade sharpened on frost. I moved silently through the dense forest surrounding Ashfang camp, senses sharpened to a razor’s edge. Every twig snap, every rustle of leaves, every distant howl was a signal—either warning or threat.This forest was a labyrinth of shadows and secrets, but I knew it well enough to feel when something was off.Tonight, more than ever, I felt the weight of those secrets pressing down. The cursed wolves were restless, and so was Elena.Our bond had grown stronger since that first night beneath the blood moon, but tonight, there was something new—a tension, a hesitation in her voice, a shadow in her eyes that I couldn’t ignore.I found her by the sacred pool, the pale moonlight catching the delicate curve of her jaw and the way her dark hair fell around her shoulders. She looked fragile, almost like a whispered secret, but the fierce light in her silver eyes burned bright.“Elena,” I said softl

  • Beneath the Howling Pines   Beneath the Blood Moon

    The blood moon hung low over Ashfang camp, casting an eerie red glow that bled through the towering pines. Shadows twisted and lengthened, the forest around us alive with whispered fears and restless spirits. It was a night heavy with ancient power — and a night that promised no peace.I stood at the edge of the clearing, the weight of the pack pressing behind me, their eyes reflecting firelight and uncertainty. The pup inside me stirred with a steady heartbeat, a steady pulse I clung to amid the growing chaos.Silas came to stand beside me, his presence steady and sure. “The blood moon strengthens the curse,” he said quietly. “We’ll feel its pull tonight.”I nodded, feeling Nyx’s muscles tense beneath my skin. The wolf stirred in uneasy anticipation. Tonight, the battle would shift — from physical to spiritual, from steel and teeth to the raw, ancient forces that bound us all.The camp was a hive of preparation. Warriors sharpened blades and checked weapons, sentinels doubled their w

  • Beneath the Howling Pines   Into FrostWillow

    The morning broke with a brittle chill, the kind of cold that settled deep beneath the skin and made every breath sharp and fleeting. Frost coated the pine needles and the earth, glittering faintly under the pale light of a winter sun struggling to rise.I stood at the edge of Ashfang camp, my wolf Nyx restless beneath the surface, sensing the tension that clung to the forest like a suffocating shroud. Ahead of me stretched the wild, tangled maze of Frostwillow — a land both beautiful and dangerous, where twisted trees loomed like dark sentinels and ancient shadows whispered of things best left forgotten.The pack scouts were ready — hardened warriors bred for stealth and survival. Mara stood beside me, her eyes narrowed as she scanned the tree line, and Silas lingered a few paces behind, silent but watchful.“Everyone knows the stakes,” I said quietly, meeting the eyes of each scout gathered. “We find out what the cursed wolves are planning. We stop them before more Ashfang fall.”A

  • Beneath the Howling Pines   Whispers in the Pines

    The dawn broke cold and sharp, with a frost that glittered on the edges of pine needles like tiny diamonds. I stood on the ridge overlooking Ashfang’s camp, the air still and heavy as if the forest itself was holding its breath. Below, the pack stirred slowly—wolves stretching, noses twitching, voices muted by the weight of what had come before.It had been a week since the first battle against the cursed wolves, and the scars of that night still burned fresh in my mind. The earth at the northern ridge was scorched and blackened where our traps had failed, where blood and ash mingled with pine needles and dirt. I could almost see their twisted shapes in the flickering shadows: malformed wolves with eyes that gleamed like poisoned silver, snarling in rage and madness.I closed my eyes and felt Nyx, my wolf, stir beneath my skin. The tension in the pack echoed inside me like a low growl — restless, uneasy. The wolf sensed it before I did: the scent of danger, old and new, weaving throug

  • Beneath the Howling Pines   The Night the Moon Stayed

    The fires had burned low, and the earth still steamed with blood.The battle was over, but the stillness that followed felt like a held breath—not relief, not yet. Just silence. Dense. Waiting.I stood just beyond the circle of tents, where the pines opened into a moonlit hollow. The stars had finally returned to the sky, faint but clear, peeking out from behind drifting clouds like they'd been waiting for permission to shine again.My armor was gone. My hands still shook.The blood on my skin had dried in streaks, crusted over wounds I hadn't even noticed in the heat of the fight. But it wasn't the pain that kept me awake.It was the weight.The weight of the dead.The weight of surviving.The weight of what came next.Behind me, the wind shifted. I didn’t have to turn.Silas.His presence washed over me before I heard his steps—warm, steady, tethering. My wolf settled the moment his scent reached me, pine smoke and metal and him.“You should be resting,” he said, voice low.“So shou

  • Beneath the Howling Pines   The Blood That Binds

    I stood alone in the center of the circle of stones, blood trailing from the cut across my palm, soaking into the dirt and dripping down onto the rune-carved altar. The scent of smoke and steel curled in the air, thick with the copper tang of battle.Around us, the cursed wolves circled like vultures, hunched and twitching. Misshapen things, their forms half-melted by shadow, their claws too long, jaws broken wide. Their eyes—if they had any left—burned with red flame.But they didn’t move.Not yet.They were waiting for the bond to break.Waiting for the moment the weight of war shattered us from the inside out.I clenched my jaw, refusing to give them anything.Not a flinch.Not a heartbeat of fear.Silas stepped up beside me, blade drawn and glowing faintly with a dark blue rune-fire. His shirt was torn, blood streaked across his temple, but his eyes—gods, his eyes—never wavered.“They’re not attacking,” he said. “They’re watching.”“Waiting,” I said. “For the bond to fray.”He nod

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