The Sunspire How to disappear completely

AW. . .another character development novel lol

She had woken with a start in the Lair, her fur on end, skin prickling. The ghosts of her dreams haunted her, and she attempted to shake them off like flies in the deep summer, yet they remained. She clambered out of the cave and began to pace away, walking mindlessly up the gradual slope of the range's highest mountain. The sun was just beginning to set; the land was tinted blood-red. The color. . .

"I'm not here for your blood." The voice sounded suddenly in her head; she resisted a scream. She began to trot faster, racing past trees and rocks, her panting quite audible in the still autumn air. "You will be mine." "No!" she barked, pinning her ears back and snarling. She had broken into a dead run now, sprinting up the mountain, headless of any noise she was making. There was a buzzing in her ears, her vision growing blurry as memories of that day began to cloud her vision. She slid to a halt--she was too panicked to go on.

She felt the warm splatter of her mother's blood hit her side, a deep crimson against her silver pelt. He had slashed her throat; the regal gray woman expired with a choking, bubbling gasp, her emerald eyes--her daughter's emerald eyes--staring frantically before going completely glassy. A guttural roar, as her father came upon the scene. Big as a bear and black-furred, she had thought him invincible. Yet after a desperate scrabble, her uncle and his wolves overwhelmed the mighty alpha, cutting him down as if he were nothing. Nothing.

She remembered the grief that overcame her in that moment, leaving her breathless, the tears blinding her, quickly replaced by panic as she felt a male form rest hard against her back, his teeth on her nape. "NO!" The weight left with a reluctant sigh; her relief was short-lived. "She will be mine. Soon." They had left her there, covered in someone else's blood, curled next to her cold mother, wordless save for agonized sobs. Her handsome father lay a few feet away, his guts steaming on the snow. She left that night, furtively, her small form slipping off into the wilderness while her uncle still reveled in victory.

She had submerged herself in an icy river, the blood coming off her fur in red clouds beneath the surface. She had willed herself to die. Yet she had emerged from the water, eventually, shook herself off, and slept for a while. The next morning, she headed south.

Qamar remembered all of this because it had come back in her dreams, as horribly vivid as if it was happening all over again. She shuddered at all these memories, just as she watched the sun disappear, the moon rising to take its place. The stars winked in the sky; she could see Sirius, the star that had led her here. The Wolf Star, Noctura had called it. She could see everything, as high as she was--the forests, the plains, the boundless sea.

She was so high, and she felt so alone, as alone as she had that fated night. Alone, and invisible.