The world around her was drenched in fire and death.
Eila stood frozen as the battlefield stretched endlessly before her, the night thick with the scent of burning wood, blood, and something more sinister—something foul and unnatural. The howls of rogues pierced the air, blending with the agonized screams of the fallen. It was like a scene from an ancient war, something out of a horrific tale passed down the generations.
The Moon Treasure pack was under siege.
The wooden houses that had once been filled with warmth and laughter now stood charred and crumbling, their roofs collapsing under the weight of flames. Bodies were strewn across the streets, some torn apart by claws, others burned beyond recognition. The sound of clashing steel and shattering bones echoed through the air, mixing with the cruel snarls of beasts and the desperate cries of the wounded.
Eila's pulse thundered in her ears.
This wasn't a dream. It felt too real—the heat of the fire licking at her skin, the smoke choking her lungs, the eerie blue glow of Leonard's flames casting monstrous shadows across the battlefield.
Her Family!
Panic surged through her. She knew her parents had been warriors in their youth, trained fighters who had once stood at the front lines to protect the pack. Even now, despite working as house helpers, they answered the call when the pack needed them.
Were they out here fighting? Were they safe?
Her siblings!
The thought struck her like a hammer. The triplets, Meera, the younger ones—they wouldn't know how to defend themselves against something like this. She had to get to them. She had to make sure they were safe.
She willed her feet to move, to take her toward her house, but they refused to obey.
Her body was frozen in place, as if unseen chains bound her to the ground.
Then, from the corner of her eye, she saw something charging toward her.
A massive wolf—its fur the color of midnight, its fangs glinting in the firelight—rushed at her with terrifying speed.
Eila gasped and braced herself, instinctively trying to move out of the way. But before she could react, the beast lunged—
And passed right through her.
A shudder crawled down her spine. This isn't real.
The realization hit her like ice water.
This was no ordinary nightmare. This was something more. An illusion? A vision? Was she seeing the future?
Her breath quickened as she took in the devastation around her again. If this was truly a premonition, then the pack was in danger—a danger unlike anything they had faced before.
And if it was real, then it meant she was helpless to stop it.
A fresh wave of horror settled in her chest. The realization made the scene even more terrifying. She could do nothing but stand there, watching as her people fought, bled, and died.
The dark figures moved in unnatural blurs, weaving through the chaos like phantoms of death, their presence more terrifying than the rogues themselves. And Leonard—he was fighting them, his blue fire consuming them like judgment from the heavens.
Then her gaze shifted again, and she saw them.
Two young warriors, their silver-grey hair catching the fire's glow, their golden eyes blazing with unearthly fury. They were no older than her, but their strength was unlike anything she had ever witnessed.
They moved with impossible speed, their every strike a calculated, merciless blow. The enemies that crossed their path didn't stand a chance. They fell one after another, reduced to lifeless husks in mere moments.
Eila's mind reeled.
Who were they?
The chaos around her grew louder, the ground trembling beneath her feet. The world blurred, the smoke thickening, the screams fading into an eerie silence.
Then—she was falling again.
The battlefield vanished in an instant, swallowed by darkness, and before she could even gasp, the sensation shifted.
A new sound replaced the screams. A voice.
"Eila! Wake up!"
Her eyes flew open, her chest heaving as she jolted upright.
She was back in her bed. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a lantern, the scent of home replacing the acrid smell of fire and blood.
Meera hovered over her, her brows furrowed in concern. "You were shaking," she said, gripping Eila's shoulders. "You wouldn't wake up. I was scared."
Eila's pulse was still racing, her body drenched in sweat.
It felt so real. Every second of it.
Her hands trembled as she tried to steady her breathing. "I… I think it was a vision."
Meera's eyes widened. "Of what?"
Eila swallowed hard, the memory of burning flesh and flashing golden eyes still fresh in her mind.
"A war."