The forest grew quieter the deeper they pushed, the chaos of the earlier battle fading behind them like a dream slipping into fog. What remained was a strange humming in the air, faint, ancient, and unsettling, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Ren walked ahead without speaking, every muscle coiled, every instinct sharpened to a blade’s edge. The Star Wolf stirred beneath his skin, restless, pacing like a caged memory.
I'm starting to think danger never truly ends, it only changes shape.
Lyra followed closely. Her bow remained drawn, a faint silver glow pulsing through the wood as if her heartbeat had fused with the weapon. She didn’t have to call his name when he slowed; she simply felt it through the bond, an instinctive pull deep between their ribs.
I’m starting to think
