The forest always felt hungry at dusk.Wind curled through the black pines like something alive, brushing the leaves with its long, skeletal fingers. Shadows stretched across the damp soil, growing deeper, wider, swallowing the last traces of daylight. Most villagers avoided the woods after sunset, locking doors, bolting windows, praying the rogue wolves didn’t slink down from the ridge.But Lyra didn’t have time for fear. Not when she heard a child screaming.She sprinted through the narrow trail, her breath harsh, her palms burning from pushing away thorny branches. “Hold on! I’m coming!” Her voice cracked from running too hard, too far, after an entire day working at the inn.She should’ve been home by now.But fate never cared about her exhaustion.The trail opened into a moonlit clearing.A small boy, no more than six, was cornered against a boulder, whimpering, clutching his torn shirt. And over him...A rogue wolf.Mangy fur. Ribs jutting out. Foam dripping from its jaws.Lyra
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