Elena
*****Three Days Later — The Valley of Red Skies*****
The sun should not have looked like that.
Even at dawn, it burned dim and bruised, a dull copper disc hanging too low in the sky, as if the world itself were sick. The air tasted wrong. Heavy. Charged. Every wolf in the camp felt it, the way their spines stayed tight, the way even the children were quieter than usual.
“The eclipse is early,” one of the elders whispered behind me.
I didn’t answer.
Finn stood at my side, small fingers clenched around mine, his eyes fixed on the sky with a seriousness no child his age should carry.
Fia leaned against my leg, her head tilted, pupils too dark.
“They’re screaming,” she murmured.
My grip tightened. “Who is?”
“Everyone,” she said softly. “Even the ones who don’t know yet.”
Chas
