Haunted Wood i will devour you

erebos loomed close, gaze steady, piercing. breath rattling, slow. his grip didn’t waver. she tensed beneath his paw, eyes wide with questions, panic simmering under the surface. he saw it all. ignored it.

you want me to stay?

a slow nod.

he released her arm but stood firm. she wasn’t going far. no gods would guide this—only him. she would follow. had to. there was another waiting.

rhadamanthus. she would meet him. she would understand.