Sindy
The yard felt like an arena.
The wolves ringed around me, their eyes sharp, their voices hushed, their hunger thick in the air. Every one of them waited, breathless, as though the world itself paused for this moment.
And at the center of it all stood me—alone, trembling, furious.
The staff dug into my palm, the wood biting hard enough to bruise, but I clutched it anyway. It was the only weapon I had left, though I knew it wouldn’t save me here.
Because this wasn’t claws.
This wasn’t blood.
This was words.
And gods, I didn’t know if I had the strength to survive words.
He stood across from me.
Lorenzo.
Tall, steady, silver-eyed, calm as though the fate of the world wasn’t balanced on my tongue. His presence filled the space, pressed against mine like heat, suffocating and r
