Author name: Hauda.A

The days after the attack blurred together in a tense rhythm. Wolves repaired barricades, villagers whispered in fear, and Mira […]

The night stretched long, but Mira couldn’t sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt it—the heat of his

Night fell heavy, wrapping the village in uneasy quiet. Mira sat by the fire, her hands trembling as she replayed

The battle ended as suddenly as it began. The rogues scattered back into the forest, their howls fading into silence,

The uneasy peace shattered with a single horn blast. The sound rolled across the hills, sharp and urgent, and every

The cave’s shadows clung to Mira long after she left them behind. She returned to the village with the image

The fires had long since died, but Mira couldn’t sleep. The celebration’s echoes clung to her skin, mixing with the

The pack celebrated deep into the night, their howls echoing against the hills, fires blazing bright. Wolves feasted, drank, and

The wolves gathered under the rising moon, their voices weaving into a chorus that raised the hairs on Mira’s arms.

By morning, the village no longer felt like hers. Wolves moved through the square, fixing barricades, sharpening weapons, patrolling as