Wolf and Witching Hour

780 Words

The battlefield lay momentarily still, an eerie pause in the mounting chaos. Smoke curled in the distance, the scent of charred earth and blood thick in the air. The Blood Moon loomed, inching toward its total eclipse, its crimson glow casting elongated shadows over the war camp. The tension among the warriors was suffocating, every breath taken in silence was a countdown to inevitable c*****e. Ronan paced near the edge of the treeline, his heart a drumbeat of urgency. Layla was still in her father’s grasp, and every second that passed brought her closer to being lost to the darkness. He clenched his fists, the helplessness gnawing at him like a relentless storm. Every fiber of his being screamed for action, but the unknowns threatened to swallow him whole. He had never felt fear like th

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