🦋ALTHEA
When my vision finally cleared through the tears and panic, I wished desperately that it hadn't.
It was a battlefield.
Bodies everywhere. Wolves torn apart, throats ripped open, limbs scattered across blood-soaked earth like discarded toys. The sky burned red—not sunset, not fire—blood-red, like the heavens themselves were bleeding out.
The air was thick. Heavy. Suffocating with smoke and death and something worse. Magic gone wrong; it had been twisted into something I could not recognize.
Power unleashed without mercy or restraint, and in the center of it all—moving through the carnage like vengeance made flesh—was me.
I watched myself—her—the wolf—tear through what remained of the living with a grace that should have been beautiful but was only horrifying. Massive and magnificent in her power.
