THE BREAKING POINT
The first scream splits the night like a blade.
Nara jerks awake before her eyes even open, her senses already rising, clawing, warning her. A cold pressure crashes through her chest—an instinct she doesn’t recognize, something ancient and sharp.
Darkness pulses beyond the tent.
She sits up too fast. “Kael—”
He’s already beside her, tense, eyes glowing like molten storm fire. “Stay behind me.”
Another scream rises, closer this time. Bones shatter. Something snarls—wrong and wet, like a creature not meant to exist.
Kael throws open the tent flap.
And the world outside is burning.
Not with fire—but with shadows. They writhe across the clearing like living ink, stretching into the shapes of wolves, claws hooked, eyes like red cracks in stone.
Blood Veil creatures.
