The Werewolf Shifters' Haven

nd that made your skin crawl and your ears strain to hear anything out of place. The pale moonlight covered

of the blade at his side. Fresh enough to make his instincts flare, they were deep and jagged. Crouched low, snif

ing the borders of the haven for hours since the wards flickered and the whispers of Elder Ther

ng his head as he walked on, "You'r

hing was lurking off in the distance, out of sight. He could feel it, his skin tingling, his ear twitching

ee his younger brother's face, wide-eyed and frozen in fear as the rogues

the thought away. Tonight was no

nto the Ironhowl territory he went. Ahead, he sighted a den, its entrance gap

from his boots. At the entrance, he crouched and peered inside. However, the walls were in tatters, and no den

mark, "What happened here?" The edges were

oonlight... a glint of some sort... maybe of metal? It was too dull, too twisted, no. His fingers brus

, and it was faint, almost too soft to catch

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around, his blade up, but the den w

... hel

ldn't be. He knew that voice. He'd tried to f

heard, he wouldn't be able

nd his blade trembled a little in his grip. It wasn't real. It couldn't be real. Liam was gone

again but softe

hrough the trees, with his breath coming fast and sharp, branches clawing at his arms

owed edge of the haven. Here, the trunks of trees grew thick and warped and gnarled. Eve

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The familiar warmth of his brother's presence, something that was a sort of power, tug

the top, his breath caught. He stopped

branches reached toward the ground like broken limbs; the trees were twisted and bent.

ren't natural. They were too big, too deep, and they smel

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like it was right behind him. He turned around, blade raised, but there was no

d on his blade's hilt. The tracks were going back t

e, his voice breakin

oked from the tracks to the shadowed woods. He didn't know what was real and w

those tracks was incomplete. It woul