The Wolf's Game
I stumble, gagging, trying to push through, and a voice purrs near my ear, warm as breath.
“Easy choice,” Nyxara whispers. “Such a sweet lie.”
My stomach drops. I spin, and she’s there.
Not fully formed. More presence than body, a shadow shaped like a woman, her eyes glowing faintly from the darkness beneath her hood, but I feel her all the same.
The goddess of nightmares.
Not gone. My pulse thunders.
“You left,” I say, voice cracking.
Nyxara laughs softly.
“Left?” she echoes, amused. “No, little wolf. You don’t get to decide what that means for gods.”