The Valley of Echoes
The mist thickened until Selene could no longer tell sky from ground. Each breath tasted of metal and rain.
Kaen stayed close, his shoulders brushing her hip, his fur humming with restrained power.
They had been walking for hours when the terrain shifted. The glassy black plain dropped away into a vast hollow valley, its floor rippling with a thin layer of silver water. The surface reflected not the moon but faint moving shapes—faces, fragments, whole memories flickering like trapped fireflies.
“The Valley of Echoes,” Selene whispered.
Kaen’s ears flattened; a low growl rumbled from his chest.
She knelt at the edge of the descent. “These are memories?”
The wolf huffed softly as if to say, yes, but not all yours.
The moment she stepped down, light rippled across
