The Past That Explains the Present
I found them at Devil’s Spine.
Not a feeding site.
Not a hunt.
A fight.
The rival wolf tore into Branwen with ruthless precision.
Not for food.
For dominance.
And in the chaos, with snow blinding my eyes, Branwen broke free long enough to put himself between me and death.
That was the moment the “monster” story fell apart completely.
He wasn’t just mourning Isolde.
