Stories

The clash echoed through the clearing, steel ringing against steel. Mira’s father moved with surprising speed, his blade slicing through […]

Mira’s father arrived at dawn, his cloak still heavy with the dust of travel. Word had already spread through the

The village had gone quiet by the time Mira reached him. Wolves gave her wary glances, but none dared step

The village burned behind her, the smell of smoke clinging to her hair and clothes. Mira walked until her legs

The village she stumbled upon was small, tucked between the hills like a secret. Strangers eyed her warily, but they

The next morning, Mira woke with the bond searing hot against her skin, as though the night’s admission had stoked

The days blurred into one another, the road stretching endless beneath Mira’s aching feet. She told herself she was free,

The forest swallowed her whole, its shadows stretching long and endless. Mira’s feet carried her farther than she thought possible,

The village felt smaller by the day, its walls pressing in with whispers and judgment. Mira could hardly draw breath

The pack’s whispers were heavy enough, but nothing hit harder than the familiar voice that found her at dusk. “Mira.”