The thick scent of smoke choked the air as Adam soared through the sky, his black-feathered wings cutting through the wind. Below him, Kiera and Nyla sprinted through the dense forest still very much in their wolf forms, their crimson fur blending into the shadows as they raced toward their home.
"We're almost there, Adam!"
Nyla called out, her silver eyes locked on the distant village.
Adam narrowed his gaze. Through the haze of smoke, he could finally make out the towering 30-meter wooden wall that encased the village.
But something was wrong.
Flames raged within, climbing high into the sky, casting an ominous glow against the darkened treetops. Thick, black smoke billowed upward, curling into the heavens like a funeral pyre.
The moment the twins saw it, their hearts clenched.
For a second, Kiera hesitated.
Keira's heart melted at the sight, but she remained strong.
