My heart thuds in my chest as I stare at the unmoving figure on the forest floor. I am wary. I feel as if this might also be a trick of Deimos.
I move stealthily towards the lying figure, my wolf senses attuned to every rustle and whisper of the forest. The moon hangs high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow upon the world below. The air is heavy with anticipation, as if nature herself holds her breath, sensing the impending turn of events.
I have been searching for her for Goddess knows how long, my heart pounding in my chest with each passing minute. Ever since the nightmare, I feel baffled and scared. Afraid of Deimos’ powers.
When I am a couple of feet away, I realize or rather convince myself that this is she. Loraine lies motionless on the ground, her once vibrant auburn
