~Eira
“We can’t stay here for long,” Caelum said, tightening the cloth around his shoulder pack. His voice was steady but low, like the cave walls might eavesdrop. “We’ll need food. Water. If you’re feeling up to it, we can walk around a bit and see what we can find.” I rolled my eyes and shifted on the rock. “I told you I was fine.” He arched a brow then carried his cloak and used it to cover my crescent birthmark which was no longer glowing as brightly as it was before. “Where’s Eve?” I asked. “Who’s that?” “My horse,” I said dryly. “The only friend I have left in this godforsaken world.” “Oh. Your horse.” He scratched the back of his neck. “She’s just outside.” “That’s nice.” I stood and stretched, grimacing as my shoulder tugged under the bandage. “Let me go and check on the only person in this world that actually cares about me.” I gave him a cold glare before walking out into the light. He sighed—deep and exasperated—but didn’t say a word. The morning air was crisp. Eve whinnied softly when she saw me, nudging her head into my chest. Her flanks were still dust-caked from the cave, her legs trembling faintly from exhaustion, but her eyes were alert. “There you are,” I whispered, pressing my forehead to hers. “Don’t worry, girl. I’ve got you. You’ve got me. That’s all we need.” Moments later, Caelum emerged with the packs. He tossed a twig into the air. It spun like a coin and landed with its broken end pointing north. “We head that way,” he said. “Seriously? That’s your method?” “What’s wrong with it?” “Nothing much—just that our lives now depends on the direction of a twig.” I said with a scoff. “Would you rather go that way?” Caelum asked, pointing to the left. I stared there and saw different creatures attacking themselves and heavy winds that carried their battle to the air. “What are you waiting for? We’re heading north.” I said as I climbed on Eve. Caelum smiled as he climbed on his horse too leading the way. The world stretched quiet around us as we rode. The hills rolled like sleeping beasts beneath the blanket of dawn, and the sky bled soft gold into the east. For a while, there was nothing but the sound of hooves crunching gravel. “This ride reminds me of summer when we were kids,” Caelum said eventually, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Which one?” “The one where you, me, and Aeron snuck out to the stables. We stole horses just to see what it felt like to be grownups.” I smiled—small and bitter. “I remember getting injured and having to hide from the Alpha.” “Those were the days, huh?” he said. “When playing was our biggest worry.” “I miss those days.” I said with a smile, overwhelmed with a feeling of nostalgia. “You know Aeron got into serious trouble because of that” Caelum said, looking at me momentarily before looking back at the path we were on. “Are you serious? I don’t remember getting caught.” I stroked my chin, trying to remember. “We didn’t get caught, did we?” “No. Because Aeron covered for us,” Caelum said, eyes flicking toward the horizon. “His father asked who he snuck out with. But he didn’t tell.” I laughed softly. “On three horses? Alpha Marius believed his son rode three horses by himself? He could barely stay on one.” “Not sure what the Alpha believed,” Caelum chuckled. “But even though he knew Aeron had only two friends, he didn’t send for us.” There was a long pause. Then I asked the question that had been chewing at my insides like acid. “Where did it all go wrong?” Caelum didn’t answer. “Did I do something wrong?” I pressed. “Of course not. Why would you ask that?” “Then why did he betray me?” I snapped, voice cracking. “Why would he cast me away like I was nothing?” He exhaled slowly. “Let’s not brand him with betrayal just yet. He might not have had a choice.” I scoffed. “Why are you defending him? You’re supposed to be on my side.” “I am on your side, Eira,” Caelum said firmly. “But I’m trying to understand. Aeron doesn’t just throw people away. Especially not you.” “So now he’s Luna-less,” I muttered. “How’s he going to become Alpha?” Caelum hesitated. “There are ways.” “What ways?” I asked, but he didn’t answer. By the time the sun hit its peak, the hills had begun to shift—less harsh rock, more clustered trees. A strange stillness settled over the terrain, broken only by the low hum of wind threading through the leaves. That’s when we saw it. A cluster of huts hidden in the valley below—low, circular structures made of stone and clay, their thatched roofs golden under the sunlight. Crude wooden stalls stood in crooked lines along what seemed to be a central path, though they were long abandoned. Some were still stocked with shriveled fruit and half-shattered baskets. A brittle well stood near the center of the village like a forgotten relic. It looked like a place built by people who had once lived well—and then left in a hurry. We hit our horses’ flanks gently, urging them forward. They galloped down the slope and into the village clearing. We dismounted quickly, hands on our weapons, eyes scanning. There wasn’t a single soul in sight. The air was dry. Dust coated the ground like ash. Doors hung half-open. Curtains fluttered behind windows. But no voices. No footsteps. Not even birdsong. We walked the horse slowly through the main path. “Hello?” Caelum called out. “Is anyone here?” Silence. We circled a hut. I knocked on its door. Nothing. We stepped past the well, past a broken cart with splintered wheels and an overturned barrel. Still nothing. Then, just as we turned toward a narrow alley between two huts— They appeared. A blur of motion. A shift in the air. Suddenly we were surrounded. Figures in black emerged like smoke, slipping from behind huts, from rooftops, from shadows. They circled us with terrifying coordination. Each held a long wooden spear, the tips etched with glowing white runes. Their faces were masked—smooth black plates that gave no hint of expression. In seconds, there were a dozen. Maybe more. Spears leveled at our throats. Eve neighed in panic, rearing slightly. I held her steady, heart hammering, breath locked in my chest. “Just when I thought things were starting to look up.” I muttered— right as the cold tip of a spear touched my throat.~Omniscient POVThe steady rhythm of hooves beat against the earth like a slow, pulsing drum. Dust curled into the wind with every step, stirred by two horses making their way through a winding path between the hollow hills. One horse led the way—an obsidian mare with strength in her gait, a second horse trailing behind, quiet and loyal.Eira stirred.Her body swayed slightly with every bump on the road, her head resting lightly against something warm—firm, steady.She groaned, blinking slowly as light stabbed through her eyelids. Her muscles ached. Her wrists throbbed with fading burns. She felt movement. Wind. Open air.And then she realized—she wasn’t walking. She was riding.Her eyes opened fully.She was slumped against Caelum’s chest, his arms loosely around her, one hand holding the reins, the other gripping the saddle. She was seated in front of him, her legs draped over the saddle horn. The second horse, hers, trotted faithfully beside them.Eira slowly sat up and yawned, bru
~Eira“Eira… Eira…”The voice drifted through my head like smoke, curling at the edges of my dream. Soft. Distant. Familiar.“Mmm… five more minutes,” I mumbled, turning over, half convinced I was still home, still wrapped in warm blankets, still safe in a time that didn’t exist anymore.“EIRA!”The voice snapped like a whip.I jolted upright, gasping—and the movement yanked my wrists hard against the cold metal shackling me to the wall.Pain shot through my shoulders. I hissed.“What the—?” My vision swam. My head pounded.The cell was pitch black, save for a flickering torch somewhere near the door. The air was heavy with the stench of mold, blood, and rot. Something skittered across my leg—small, quick. A rat.Lovely.Chains clinked across from me. Caelum sat against the far wall, blood dried around his temple, his eyes sunken but awake.“Hey,” he said. “How are you feeling?”“What’s going on?” I asked, trying to shake the haze from my skull. “Why are we in a… gods, this place smel
~Eira The sky was bleeding. I stood at the edge of a crumbling cliff, wind whipping through my silver hair, the ground beneath my feet fractured and charred. What had once been a valley of lush forests and crystalline rivers was now a blackened wasteland—skeletal trees twisted like broken fingers, soil cracked open like a wound. And the screaming. Gods, the screaming. Below me, the earth split and groaned, coughing fire into the air like it had a soul to purge. Shadows moved within the flames—giant, hulking shapes with limbs like serpents and skin made of molten bone. Their eyes glowed blue—no pupils, no mercy—just that dead, ancient blue, like frozen galaxies. Revenants was what they called themselves. They spoke in a language that was foreign but for some reason I understood them perfectly. They were telling me that since I refused to cleanse the world, they’ll do it themselves. They tore through what was left of the land, their massive forms crushing buildings and
~Omniscient POV The moment the spears were raised, Caelum stepped forward slowly, palms lifted into the air. His eyes scanned the masked warriors, reading their body language like old script. “We mean you no harm,” he said, voice clear but calm. “We’re just werewolves seeking shelter.” There was a moment of breathless silence, thick with uncertainty. Then, one by one, the masked figures began to lower their weapons. The tension in the air thinned like morning fog, and with a few exchanged glances, they reached for their faces. Masks fell. Beneath them were elves—but not like those told in fairytale stories. These ones stood no taller than a toddler, small and compact like monkeys, with skin that shimmered faintly green in the light. Their ears were long and sharply pointed, twitching slightly as they took in scents and sounds. Despite their small size, their faces bore ageless wisdom and uncanny beauty. Their large golden eyes gleamed with ancient magic and quiet suspici
~Eira “We can’t stay here for long,” Caelum said, tightening the cloth around his shoulder pack. His voice was steady but low, like the cave walls might eavesdrop. “We’ll need food. Water. If you’re feeling up to it, we can walk around a bit and see what we can find.” I rolled my eyes and shifted on the rock. “I told you I was fine.” He arched a brow then carried his cloak and used it to cover my crescent birthmark which was no longer glowing as brightly as it was before. “Where’s Eve?” I asked. “Who’s that?” “My horse,” I said dryly. “The only friend I have left in this godforsaken world.” “Oh. Your horse.” He scratched the back of his neck. “She’s just outside.” “That’s nice.” I stood and stretched, grimacing as my shoulder tugged under the bandage. “Let me go and check on the only person in this world that actually cares about me.” I gave him a cold glare before walking out into the light. He sighed—deep and exasperated—but didn’t say a word. The mornin
~Eira They came for me like hunger given shape. The Wyrmfangs lunged from the dark, claws bared, bone masks gleaming in the slivers of moonlight spilling into the cave. My horse screamed, her hooves kicking against stone, but I couldn’t focus on her. Not now. The first one reached me in a blink, teeth snapping, and I did the only thing I could—I changed. It wasn’t like the usual shift. This was no slow unraveling. It was instant. Reflexive. Violent. A flash of pain shot through my spine like lightning. My bones cracked, realigned. My fingernails split open, elongating into deadly black claws. My teeth ached as they pushed out of my gums into long, curved fangs. My limbs stretched, muscles thickened. A white streak burst through the center of my hair like a flare in the dark—wild, bright, and unrelenting. My heart thundered in my chest. And then I was no longer just Eira. My wolf was awake. I let out a low snarl, the sound echoing off the stone walls, and launche
~Eira The wind tore through the Hills of Trepidation, lifting the edges of my cloak, whispering warnings I no longer cared to heed. The horse beneath me shifted restlessly, her hooves crunching over brittle, frostbitten ground, but I didn’t stop riding. Not for the cold. Not for the ache in my bones. Not even for the sob locked in the back of my throat like a secret I refused to voice. Beyond the borders of Obsidian, the world looked like it had been scorched by time itself. The sky hung dry and brittle above me, the color of bleached stone. No clouds, no breeze, no softness. The earth was cracked and hostile beneath my boots, and each step of my horse’s hooves sent up small puffs of ash-gray dust. I passed the remains of trees that looked more like claws than branches. Scattered bones littered the edges of hills—some the size of rabbits, others the size of men. The deeper I rode, the more the silence thickened around me, like the world had forgotten how to speak. “I hope yo
~Eira The wind bites like it knows my name. It tears through the Hills of Trepidation, lifting the edges of my cloak, whispering warnings I no longer care to hear. The horse beneath me shifts restlessly, hooves crunching frostbitten earth, but I don’t stop riding. Not for the cold. Not for the ache in my bones. Not even for the sob locked in the back of my throat like a secret I refuse to give voice. I know what you’re thinking. Why is she riding away from everything she’s ever known? From the people she loved? From the only home she had? The truth? I’m not leaving because I want to. I’m leaving because I wasn’t given the option to stay. I was cast out—tossed aside like something unworthy, something unwanted. Exiled without explanation. Banished by the very hands that once held me in celebration. But for you to understand the mess I’ve been dragged into—the betrayal, the humiliation, the cruel twist of fate—I have to take you back. Just a few hours. That’s all it