Silver Creek cult of the dioskouroi

The Umbra woke with a start as the scent of blood—royal and other—reached her senses. She scrambled upright and burst out from her den, a snarl erupting from her as she followed the scent.

She dove in and out of the shadows, taking note of carcass after carcass, droplets of blood that splattered the ground. She smelled the unmistakable scent of Makhai on the trail and her stomach sank. The young Prince was in danger. Why else would there be blood?

She hadn’t realized the true reason for this trail until she heard his snarl and call out to Europia, the request to remain behind sent her hackles to rise.

Thalassa. 

The Queen’s scent was faint here on the edge of the forest, yet Makhai’s was strongest. She found him by the creek, her chest pulsing with her efforts to reach him.

Makhai—what has happened? Where is the Queen?