The First Earthquake

Elvira’s POV

The darkness felt endless.

Ahead of me, silver eyed wolves writhed in chains. Their fur was matted with blood, their eyes hollow with a sorrow so deep it cut through me. I tried to reach them, tried to break the iron that held them, but my hands passed through the chains like smoke.

“No…” I choked, falling to my knees.

And then the world shifted.

The ground beneath me became slick, wet ...