Chase
I didn't sleep much. Again. Every time I close my eyes, I see the same thing. Clara, surrounded by Shadows. Her wolf howling across the battlefield, forcing every creature to bow.
Then the darkness swallowed her.
I woke up before sunrise with my wolf pacing restlessly inside my head.
Three days. She had been gone three days. And every hour without a lead feels like failure.
I pull on my shirt and head downstairs toward the dining hall.
The pack is already gathering for breakfast. Plates clink, chairs scrape against the wooden floor, and the smell of eggs, bacon, and fresh bread fill the room.
For the first time since the war started, the hall felt...a little more alive.
Still grieving.
But moving forward.
I grab a plate and start filling it automatically. My stomach
