Hades
The footage jolted again.
A shadow moved at the edge of the smoke.
A small, slight form creeping closer.
I leaned forward, heart hammering.
It was a wolf—small, fawn-colored, its paws light on the bloodied ground.
It padded closer.
Closer.
And then the light caught its face.
Not Eve.
Not another beast.
Felicia.
Felicia in shifted form, slipping through the wreckage like a carrion bird, while her sister bled out alone.
The room stayed silent.
No one breathed.
No one moved.
Because somehow, impossibly, what had seemed like the end was only the beginning.
And everything we thought we knew...
had just been obliterated or it immensely more horrible that we could have been able to comprehend.
The footage stuttered again.
The fawn-colored wolf stalked closer, circling Danielle like a vulture scenting weakness. Danielle didn't notice at first—she was too focused on her newborn, whispering soft, broken words as she wrapped him tighter against her torn dress.
