Noah
Noah listened, and the world unraveled.
It started as a slow, sickening pull in his chest, like something vital being torn loose. The words came in fragments—names, places, numbers that meant nothing until they meant everything. His breath hitched, then shuddered, his ribs locking too tight to let the air settle. While he had been out on the tundra seeking his own vengeance, non-citizens defended his home.
A ringing built in his skull, sharp and high-pitched, drowning out everything but the rush of his pulse in his ears. He tried to swallow, but his throat felt raw, grief and anger pulsing together like hot flames within his chest and up into his mouth.
He thought of their faces—people he had fought beside, protected. His head dropped, shoulders caving inward as if to shield himself from the weight of it. His jaw feathered. Then there was Luka — He lifted his head again as Sah’s pure, fatherly, divine rage spilled over him like a landslide. He clasped his hand over the once-wolf’s shoulder. We will. He said, trying to make it feel like it was true.
What measures have been done to push against them? He asked, keeping these words only over the bond — the place he thought they would be safe.
It started as a slow, sickening pull in his chest, like something vital being torn loose. The words came in fragments—names, places, numbers that meant nothing until they meant everything. His breath hitched, then shuddered, his ribs locking too tight to let the air settle. While he had been out on the tundra seeking his own vengeance, non-citizens defended his home.
A ringing built in his skull, sharp and high-pitched, drowning out everything but the rush of his pulse in his ears. He tried to swallow, but his throat felt raw, grief and anger pulsing together like hot flames within his chest and up into his mouth.
He thought of their faces—people he had fought beside, protected. His head dropped, shoulders caving inward as if to shield himself from the weight of it. His jaw feathered. Then there was Luka — He lifted his head again as Sah’s pure, fatherly, divine rage spilled over him like a landslide. He clasped his hand over the once-wolf’s shoulder. We will. He said, trying to make it feel like it was true.
What measures have been done to push against them? He asked, keeping these words only over the bond — the place he thought they would be safe.
Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free
And detached as boats to the dock?
And detached as boats to the dock?
