EOS' P.O.V.
The chamber reeked of iron and smoke, of death dressed in silence. Firelight danced across the walls, casting jagged shadows that shifted like claws reaching for prey. At the foot of my throne, the smoke wolf lay curled, gnawing on a bone that hadn’t belonged to anything alive for decades. Each crunch echoed in the chamber like a grim lullaby.
I leaned my head against my palm, watching it with idle amusement. The creature was loyal, relentless, and—most importantly—silent. A perfect spy. For weeks it had been reporting back to me, each whisper of smoke carrying a fresh tale of Iris’ pathetic struggles.
“Still unconscious,” I murmured, recalling its latest message. “So fragile. So human.”
I smiled faintly. None of them—Blake, Clara, even Iris herself—had realized they were b
