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The howl came again — closer this time. The forest trembled.
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From between the trees came the sound of claws dragging through leaves. Then they appeared — massive forms of fur and sinew, eyes glowing like coals in the dark. The creatures were not mere beasts. Their bodies bore the strength of men and the fury of wolves, with armor fused to their flesh, black and scarred. Blood streaked their chests in ritual patterns, symbols of a forgotten pact.
Behind them, something greater moved — a shadow with wings, scaled and half-formed, its breath stirring the fog into whirls of smoke. It was the green dragon, bound to the same curse that birthed the feral kind.
Lyra’s voice broke the silence.
“Run.”
They fled.
Branches tore at their arms as they ran through the forest’s endless dark. The howls chased them, echoing through the trees, growing louder, nearer. Ahead, through a break in the mist, the ground fell away into a gaping maw — a cave yawning wide, its entrance marked by pillars of jagged stone.
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The cave wound downward like a serpent. The deeper they went, the more the walls seemed to breathe — the stone pulsing faintly with a rhythm that mimicked a heartbeat. The path forked again and again until the women lost sight of each other.
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The twins shouted for one another, but the echoes lied — their own voices twisted and thrown back at them in mocking tones.
And Eira… she followed a whisper that promised salvation.
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