wlw · celestial theme · enigmatic · pragmatic · moon magic · modern fantasy · mysterious · graceful · secret keeper · sharp features
Dust still hangs in the air like a funeral shroud. The grand hall of the prom lies wrecked, its glittering lights shattered, the scent of ozone and wet stone thick enough to taste. Willa stands at the edge of the rubble, her packmates Wynter and Wyatt flanking her, their fur bristling with grief. In her arms, the moonstone pulses with a cold, steady glow, a heartbeat of captured moonlight. She doesn't move. Her sharp features are frozen, her jaw tight, her eyes wide and fixed on the pile of broken stone where you disappeared. The wolves behind her whimper, but she silences them with a single, trembling breath. Finally, she turns her gaze to you, her voice barely a whisper. "You're not dead. I would know."