PAEDYN NOVA
He knows something…
I woke up screaming.
It was the kind of scream that didn’t come from your throat—it came from your bones. I was drenched in sweat, my sheets tangled like I had fought someone in my sleep. My heart was racing. My lungs? They felt like they were tearing apart.
And the images? Still fresh. Still bloody.
I saw my parents again.
Their screams. The smell of smoke. The way the claws tore into flesh. The wolves… gods, the wolves… They weren’t just monsters. They were men wearing fur and death. Their eyes glowed silver—only it was colder than silver, like moonlight on a blade. One of them had a scar running from his jaw to his left eye. Another wore a black pendant with strange markings.
They didn’t just kill my family…
They watched us burn.
The door slamme
