They are being hunted.
Not by creatures.
By wolves.
By their own kind.
I watch as a group of warriors surround one of the red wolves and drag her to the ground, their teeth flashing in the crimson light while others look away in silence.
The land trembles beneath their paws.
The red moon looms overhead, larger than it ever was tonight.
A temple stands at the edge of the territory.
White stone once bright and polished, now streaked with soot and flame.
The Moon Goddess’ temple.
It burns.
Fire consumes the carved pillars and the statue at its center cracks under the heat, and I hear screams that do not belong to prey but to believers.
Betrayal.
It is not chaos.
It is orchestrated.
Inside the pack that was supposed to protect the red wolves, there is division.
I see a figure s
