Aiden's Point of ViewI slow my pace as the forest begins to thin, my breath coming in steady pants, the pounding in my chest finally dulled to a quiet thrum. The run helped clear my mind, somewhat. The edge of the storm still lingers inside me, but at least now it isn’t screaming.I shift back into my human form, the familiar jolt of bones snapping and fur receding sharp but manageable. The air is cool against my skin, carrying the earthy scent of pine and damp leaves. I head for the tree where I always stash clothes. A pair of loose black shorts hangs from the lowest branch, right where I left them.I tug them on, brushing dirt from my legs as I move. My skin is still damp with sweat, my muscles buzzing with exertion, but I welcome the soreness. It makes me feel present. Anchored.The walk back to my apartment is quiet. A few pack members cross my path, offering polite nods of their heads or small greetings, but I keep moving, not stopping for small talk. My mind’s already shifting
Aiden's Point of ViewThe morning light seeps through the crack in the blinds, painting pale golden stripes across the ceiling. I blink against it, disoriented for a moment, caught between sleep and the heavy, lingering haze that’s clung to me since I got back last night.My apartment is quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against your ears, makes your heart beat just a little louder in your chest. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, listening to the silence. Everything looks the same, the worn dresser in the corner, the boots kicked haphazardly by the door, the photo of me and Abby framed on the nightstand, but it all feels different. Off. Like I’ve stepped back into a version of my life that doesn’t quite fit anymore.I push the covers off and sit up, muscles stiff, joints sore in that way that tells me sleep didn’t do much. My feet hit the floor with a dull thud. The wood is cold under my heels. Familiar.I move through the motions on autopilot. Pulling on
Hazel's Point of ViewThe bell over the café door chimes again, but I barely register it now. The hum of quiet conversation and clinking mugs creates a gentle cocoon around us. I rest my elbows on the wooden table, tracing the faint scratches etched into its surface, signs of time, of stories shared at this very table. Across from me, Valerie scrolls through her phone for a second before setting it aside, her gaze flicking to the counter.A moment later, the waitress returns balancing a small tray. “One caramel latte with a raspberry danish, and a cappuccino with a blueberry scone,” she says, placing the warm mugs and plates down in front of us with practiced grace.The cappuccino smells heavenly, bold espresso with a delicate dusting of cinnamon on the foam. I wrap my hands around the mug, letting the warmth seep into my skin. The blueberry scone is golden and flaky, with sugar crystals catching the light like tiny diamonds. Valerie’s danish looks equally divine, the raspberry fillin
Hazel's Point of ViewI lay in bed, twisted in my sheets, one arm flung across my eyes as if I can block out the image haunting my thoughts. But it’s no use, it has been three days since I saw her. Jet every time I blink, I see her, the woman with the crimson eyes.She stood at the edge of the campus, right where the light from the buildings began to fade and the shadows of the forest swallowed the ground. Black hair that moved like smoke in the breeze. Eyes so red they didn’t look real. Yet I know what I saw. The eerie stillness in her body. The way she didn’t move, didn’t flinch, just watched, as if she was waiting for something. Or someone.I turn over again with a frustrated sigh, my pillow crumpling beneath my cheek. I stare at the wall now, but it’s no better. Her image is carved into the darkness of the room. And worse, she’s familiar. Too familiar. That’s what makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise. She’s the same woman I saw in my vision in the cave. The one who stared a
Aiden's Point of ViewThe night wraps around us like a thick cloak, and the woods press in with a silence that hums in my ears. I stand beside Drake and Mark at the edge of the forest, the scorched symbol at our feet, still faintly warm in the center. The hairs on the back of my neck are standing on end. The air feels wrong. Charged. Watched.And then I feel it.A shift, subtle, like the wind pausing mid breath.Mark stiffens. “Did you feel that?”“Yeah,” I murmur, my eyes already scanning the treeline.Something's here.A flicker between the trees.Then I see it.Two burning red eyes pierce through the darkness from deep within the forest. They don’t blink. They don’t shift. They just stare. Fixed directly on us like twin embers floating in the black.And then it moves.Slowly, deliberately, it steps forward from between the trees. A hulking form, tall, broad shouldered, walking upright on two powerful legs. Its body is covered in dark, matted fur that seems to blend into the shadows
Aiden's Point of View The room is quiet now, except for the soft beeping of the monitor beside Abby’s bed. She’s still holding my hand, though her grip has relaxed. Her eyes are closed for a moment, her head resting back against the pillow, but I know she’s not asleep. Just exhausted, emotionally, physically. I don't blame her. The door creaks open, and Nathan steps back in first. He takes one look at us, at the way Abby’s still holding onto me, and gives me a small nod of appreciation. Or maybe approval. Hard to tell with him. He walks to her other side, brushing a hand along her hairline and leaning down to whisper something that makes her crack a tired smile. A few seconds later, there’s another knock, and then the door opens wider. Nicole walks in, followed by Drake and Mark. Nicole looks worn out, there are dark circles beneath her eyes, and one hand rests on her lower back as she moves carefully towards Abby. Drake gives me a curt nod of his head as he closes the door behind