Zephyrine POV
The night was thick, but I could still see my way through. The trees swayed in rhythm with the wind. I moved silently through the woods, lost in thought.
She looks like me. Too much to be a coincidence… right?
I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. My mother is my aunt. The words felt strange on my tongue, even as I muttered them under my breath.
I slowed, my instincts prickling. Something was wrong.
I halted, glancing over my shoulder.
A low growl rumbled through the trees. Then another.
I turned just as a pair of glowing, twisted eyes locked onto me from the shadows. A mutated wolf emerged from the darkness, its patchy fur clinging to raw, festering wounds. Its jaw hung at an unnatural angle, thick saliva dripping from between its teeth.
"Not this again," I muttered under my breath.