Luneshale Pass libertad en cadenas

Thiago’s ears twitch at the sound of footsteps echoing faintly against the narrow stone walls of the pass. His heart skips, a sudden rush of adrenaline flooding his veins as he presses himself closer to the ground. His instincts flare to life, a sharp warning bell. He takes a slow, measured breath, feeling his chest expand against the cold earth. He listens, his body still, ears straining for more—there it is again, a steady rhythm, deliberate but… carefree?

The world tilts slightly, and a wave of nausea rolls through his stomach. He swallows hard, trying to steady himself, but his throat feels dry, as if sand has been poured into it. His vision blurs at the edges, the moonlight smearing across the dark rocks like paint. His fingers claw at the stone, seeking something solid, something real to hold onto.

Beau's form comes into view, illuminated by the pale moonlight. Thiago notes the wolf's size and the relaxed way he moves, seemingly without concern for the danger that might lurk around any corner. His hackles raise slightly. A stranger. And a large one at that. He knows better than to trust appearances—especially now, especially here.

Tú ahí, Thiago barks, stepping closer, though he keeps a fair distance between them, his posture taut and ready. Qué estás haciendo aquí? His gaze is hard, focused, searching for any sign of threat or deception in the other wolf's face—at the same time, Thiago looks a little unsteady where he stands.