The scream didn’t echo like a sound, it clawed its way through the forest like a curse, splitting the air with pure malevolence. It pierced my ears, sank into my bones, and made the wolf inside me go still with dread.
The Hollow Beast.
I’d always thought it was a tale meant to scare pups around a fire. A bedtime horror story. A monster stitched from shadow and fury, said to rise when the blood of a true queen was spilled beneath a crescent moon.
But the scream was real.
And it was getting closer.
I pushed to my feet, ignoring the sting of strained muscles. My gaze locked on the shifting shadows beyond the treeline. The sky had gone sickly gray, clouds spiraling like a vortex pulling the world into a deeper darkness. The trees bent in submission to something approaching, a storm that w
