Meet my Overprotective Brothers
The horror began a few hundred yards in.
In the alcoves of the pipes, they found the "Husks." They were failed experiments, wolves and humans who had been injected with raw shadow-energy to see if they could house the Star-Eater power. They weren't dead; they were shells, their skin translucent and their eyes replaced by hollow indigo voids. They reached out with spindly, grey fingers as Elara passed, their silent mouths agape.
“She’s been trying to build a new pack,” Caleb hissed, his hand tight on his dagger. “Trying to find a body that wouldn't shatter under the strain.”