Shadowwyn Moor nine strikes

morwenna stood, the chill of the air biting at her fur, a stark contrast to the storm inside her chest. the weight of his words sank heavy, the mention of the creek wolves stirring a flicker of doubt, a pang she could not ignore. akavir’s hurt was inevitable, something she had carried with her, yet her decision had been made, and she had no room for regret.

the saatsine wolves watched her now. she could feel their eyes, their judgment, their curiosity. sun eater’s declaration solidified her place here, but it also painted her as the catalyst for something that might lead to bloodshed. it left her unsteady, wavering on the brink of uncertainty, though her paws remained firm beneath her.

violence was not what she wanted. her snowed gaze darted to sun eater, his anxious energy rippling through the air. his talk of the honeymoon, of this future they were forging together, soothed the edges of her unease. she had chosen this—him, this life—and now she reminded herself of the warmth it could bring, a new chapter awaiting her beyond the veil of uncertainty.

she moved closer to him, brushing her side against his as though to steady herself and him alike. her voice did not rise here, but her presence was steady, unyielding, as she silently reaffirmed her place at his side. she had made her choice, and she would walk this path, no matter how uncertain the steps ahead might be.