Nyx
The whispers never stop now.
“Left foot forward. Balance your weight. Don’t let them see you stumble.” My wolf coils under my skin, her voice like smoke curling around every thought. She isn’t just a murmur anymore. She’s there when I eat, when I try to sleep, when I breathe.
Sometimes warning, sometimes demanding. Always reminding me of what waits inside. It should terrify me. And maybe it does, in fragments. But more than that? It drives me. So even though my muscles still scream from yesterday’s sparring, I force myself through another round of drills in the underground gym.
Sweat stings the scars across my chest, my arms burn, my lungs claw for air, but I push harder. I don’t stop until I hear the door open. Kaelen’s footsteps echo across the mats. Calm. Controlled. Too calm
