The eight wolves were not wolves at all.
Their forms shifted. Melted. Revealed something underneath. Eight figures made of shadow and hunger. Eight fragments of the second Void wearing stolen flesh.
“No,” Aurora breathed. “That is impossible. They were human. I checked. I verified their bloodlines.”
“You verified what we wanted you to see.” The eight spoke in unison. Their voices were the Void itself. Ancient. Patient. Victorious. “We have been inside your seal since the beginning. Since you first absorbed the cursed bloodlines. We came with them. Waited inside. Learned how you think. How do you feel? How do you break?”
We tried to push them out. Tried to purge the corruption. But they were too deep. Too integrated. They had been part of us for days now. Part of the seal. Part of every
