They were once a couple-bound by love, torn apart by fate.
In a world where nothing remains as it seems, she finds herself drawn to a mysterious presence that is not entirely human... a being that watches, protects, and transforms. What begins as fe...
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Far below, in the echoing darkness of the pit, Walter stirred. A dull throb pulsed behind his eyes, each beat heavier than the last. He groaned-a weak, broken sound swallowed instantly by the vast silence. His hand reached out blindly, fingers scraping against cold, damp stone slick with moisture. "Susan?" he whispered, his voice dry, barely more than breath. "Are you there?" No answer came. Only the slow, relentless drip... drip... drip of water somewhere in the unseen depths-and then, far above, a distant, mournful howl of a wolf that seemed to seep into his bones. Walter sucked in a sharp breath and tried to push himself upright. Pain exploded through his ankle, white-hot and unforgiving, forcing a strangled cry from his throat as he collapsed back into the dirt. The impact knocked the air from his lungs. For a moment, he couldn't move. He lay there, trembling, the darkness pressing in-thick, suffocating, alive. It wrapped around him, stole his sense of space, of direction... of hope. "Susan!" he shouted now, panic cracking through his voice. "Susan, answer me!" His cry rose, desperate and raw-only to return to him, warped and hollow. Susan... Susan... Susan... And then- Nothing. Just the pit.
Far away, Susan lay unconscious beneath the shadowed canopy. The beast loomed over her, its massive form blotting out what little light filtered through the trees. Its breath was hot and foul against her skin, each exhale stirring the strands of her hair. A low, rumbling growl vibrated through its chest, deep and unsettling. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. For a heartbeat, she couldn't comprehend what she was seeing-only the crushing weight above her, the burning heat, the suffocating presence. Then the shape sharpened in the darkness.
A wolf.
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Not ordinary-far too large, its eyes glinting with an unnatural, knowing intensity. Panic surged through her. She tried to move, to push it away, but her limbs felt heavy, unresponsive, as if the forest itself held her down. Her breath came in short, uneven gasps. "Get... off..." she managed, her voice trembling. The creature did not attack.
It only watched.
Its gaze fixed on her with eerie stillness, as though studying her... or waiting.
