Dawn couldn’t sleep. Her dreams were haunted by d3ath, d3ath, her d3ath, and surprise, more d3ath. In her dreams, both alphas were dead, and her mangled body lay askew on the ground. She shuddered. Was that her fate? Did she kill her alpha? Omega shivered as he walked towards her, fresh scars marking him as the Omega. “R-Raven and Shad-dow did it.” He mumbled. “They did what?” Dawn hissed. “The scars.” He said quietly. She nodded to a deep claw-mark on his shoulder. “That’s Alpha.” He shuddered. Her claws dug into unsheathed. “I’m sorry! I’ll go.” He backed away fearfully. “I won’t talk to you again, I promise!” He turned away and ran. “Wait!” She called. She sighed. The vision still pulsed behind her eyes like an old wound reopened — the ice-blue gaze of that wolf, the one who promised her power, a future. Tails twined. Blood spilled. Her alpha's blood. Her legs gave out. She dropped to her knees. A snap of a twig. She tensed, lifting her head. Someone was watching. “Dawn.” The voice was low, hesitant — not the Omega. This one carried authority, yet not dominance. A Beta. She turned, slowly. A slim figure stepped out of the shadows. Hazel eyes. Black fur with silver streaks. “Beta,” she muttered. “You saw it again.” It wasn’t a question. Dawn nodded, ashamed. “Is it still… her?” Beta asked. Dawn didn’t speak. She didn’t have to. That wolf — the one in the vision, the one with ice in her eyes and warmth in her laugh — was becoming realer with every flash of memory. Or prophecy. Or curse. Whatever it was. “You need to tell the Alpha.” She told her bluntly. “No!” She said loudly, voice cracking like a whip. “Not until I know who she is.” She padded away, towards her shelter. Dusk’s POV Dusk grumbled. Crow was no help. She told her that another wolf had come to her for the same problem- what was the use of that? Fresh borders were faint on Solstice Pack’s side of the border. I need to think. “Ow!” She winced. Calm down, Dusk. She calmed down, brain more receptive to visions. A wolf. Brown eyes, her patterns blurred. Her eyes looked up, hopeful. “Really?” She was saying. They twined tails. “Of course. Together, we will make everything right. The first time.” “Okay.” The wolf nodded, leaning against her. A flash. Her claws red with Alpha’s blood, his choking forming one word- “Why?” She turned. “We all do things for the wolf we love, don’t we?” She said coldly, referencing his murder of his sister.
Dusk’s breath hitched, the vision snapping away like mist in sunlight, her heart pounding as phantom blood clung to her cl@ws — bl00d that wasn’t there. That wolf again. Brown eyes, blurred markings, always the same soft voice: “Together, we’ll make everything right.” The first time, she’d said. Always the first time. But every vision ended the same — red, regret, a body on the ground choking on betrayal, her own voice distant and cold: “We all do things for the wolf we love, don’t we?” Dusk stumbled back, the weight of it all pressing into her chest, Crow’s earlier words suddenly echoing with sharper meaning — “Another wolf came to me with the same problem.” No name. No details. Just that — and a look in Crow’s eyes like she already knew how the story ended. Somewhere out there, someone else was seeing the same visions, sharing the same fate, though neither of them could remember why it mattered — or why it hurt. A pressure pulsed behind Dusk’s eyes, heavy and ancient, like a string being pulled tight between two wolves who didn’t even know each other’s names. Her gaze flicked toward the border; the scent-lines were fresh but scattered, like someone had marked them while running. She wasn’t supposed to cross. But what use were rules when something older than memory was calling her forward? A soft rustle snapped her head around — Crow stood half-shrouded in shadow, as if the forest itself summoned her. “You saw her again,” Crow said calmly, like it wasn’t the end of the world. “The brown-eyed wolf.” Dusk didn’t speak, but that was answer enough. Crow stepped closer, her voice lowering. “She’s not yours. And yet she is. Two wolves. One bond. You don’t know her, but you will.” Dusk narrowed her eyes. “Who is she?” Crow only tilted her head, a faint smile on her lips. “She’s asking the same question right now.” A howl broke through the trees — not near, but not far. Not fear. Not warning. Something in-between. “The bond is waking,” Crow murmured, eyes reflecting something Dusk couldn’t see. “And when it fully opens, you’ll either save each other…” She paused, then turned slowly toward the sound. “...or finish what you started." I made it too long- oops. I also changed my writing style a bit. Nexxt: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1222185044/
