The cold early morning air cut like blades as Luna ran through the deserted streets. The world around her blurred, reduced to mere flashes of lights and shadows that mingled with the fog in her mind. Her steps echoed on the pavement, a sound that seemed to chase her, as if wanting to remind her that she couldn't escape. But Luna didn't stop. She couldn't. Not now.
"Why?" she muttered through clenched teeth, her voice broken with rage and pain.
Inside her, Nyx growled, uneasy. The she-wolf had always been her anchor, her strength in the darkest moments. But now, even she seemed to falter under the weight of what they had just witnessed.
"We shouldn't have gone there," Nyx growled, her voice resonating in Luna's mind like distant thunder. "You knew this could happen."
"I didn't know!" Luna responded aloud, ignoring the curious glances from a couple of passersby hurrying along. "Not like this! Not with her..."
