Araki Rohan Novels & Stories

Who was that? “We are here with you, Araya. Don’t give up.”

Her wolf’s absence wasn’t just unsettling. It was terrifying. She took another cautious step forward and spoke, voice quieter now. “I got your message. I’m here.” A shadow detached from the farthest shipping crate. Arika emerged slowly, wrapped in a long coat of deep blue, her raven-black hair tumbling like liquid night over her shoulders. Her eyes, always intense, now held a sharper glint—like glass over coals. She walked with no hurry, as if the storm and tension and the very threat of death meant nothing.