ISLA I woke up choking on nothing, my body trembling in a cold so profound it felt like my bones had turned to ice. Around me, there was no light, no sound—just an endless abyss stretching in every direction. It felt as though the void itself was alive, pressing in on me with an unbearable weight. “Am I dead?” My voice was barely a whisper, trembling with fear. “You are,” a voice replied, smooth and chilling, echoing all around me. “But not entirely.” I turned wildly, searching for the source, but the darkness offered no answers. Then, he appeared. A figure emerged from the shadows, tall and foreboding, his crimson eyes glowing like embers in the black. "Who are you?" I whispered. "Eamon," he said, his tone smooth but carrying an edge that made my skin crawl. “And you, little wolf, are far from the Moon goddess’ embrace.” My stomach twisted at his words. “No... no, that can’t be true. I was supposed to be free. I was supposed to go to her...” Eamon laughed, a low, c
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