The sound of claws and teeth clashing. Barks, howls, screams are all echoing. I can't help but watch. My wolf so intrigued I can practically feel her lurching forward like she's on a cliff trying to get a better glimpse.
"What's happening?" I ask Aiden in a small voice. "Is this the past?"
"No." His jaw is clenched. "This is the future."
Just as he says so, we hear a loud yell from our left. In our peripheral vision, a fog suddenly develops into King Aiden himself. Blood spattered across his face. He's the only wolf in the throne room that has kept his human figure. Enemy wolves circling him, but he's fighting them off with a sword. His eyes the color of gold, burning in a furnace.
A wolf lunges at him. He braces himself and places his sword between them, the blade cutting right throug
