C73 THE BROKEN FORECAST

The night burnt red again.

The air itself trembled as if the world had forgotten how to breathe. The valley that once echoed with the sound of wolves now pulsed with silence - that creepy, hurting type that pressed against the bones.

Elara stood at the heart of it all, her hair tangled with ash and light, her eyes glowing like molten suns. Damon was beside her, his breathing irregular