[ The Old World : Skarthheim Pack territories ]
Autumn sat all alone at the edge of a narrow stream.
Her toes dipped into the cold water, creating tiny ripples that shimmered red beneath the red moon. The crimson loomed high above the forest canopy, casting everything in a surreal hue…trees bled maroon, rocks gleamed like molten wine, and the stream sparkled like a vein of ruby winding through the rusty land.
She sat with her knees drawn up, robe wrapped loosely around her. A soft silence settled over the glade, broken only by the lazy gurgle of the water and the occasional rustle of the trees.
Her hand drifted over the small swell of her belly. The bump was still subtle but a little bulging by now. Two tiny lives growing inside her. Their heartbeat pulsed gently beneath her palm, anchoring her to something beyond the chaos she had fled.
