The Broken Moon - Part 1
Morning came gray and hollow. The battlefield had gone quite, but the air still carried the echo of howls. The ground steamed faintly where light had touched it, silver turned to frost. The corrupted wolves we saved lay in makeshift shelters near the edge of camp, breathing but restless, their eyes flickering with hints of shadow that refused to fade. No one spoke when I walked past. Some dipped their heads. Others stepped back, their fear wrapped in politeness. They didn’t know what I was anymore-and I wasn’t sure either. Lilly met me near the fire. Her hands were trembling as she wrung out a cloth over a bowl of herbs. “They’re healing,” she said, “but not completely. It’s like something’s still feeding on them.” “The shadows,” I said. “They’re bound to him. To me.” She looked up s
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