Eryon’s Fury
The fragile moment shattered as a deep, guttural growl rumbled through the forest. Eryon’s wolf form emerged from the shadows, his amber eyes blazing with fury.
“Get away from her!” he roared, his voice distorted and animalistic.
Adrian released Lyra and stepped back, his hands raised defensively. “Eryon, listen—”
But Eryon wasn’t listening. His massive form charged forward, claws slashing through the air. Adrian dodged narrowly, the force of Eryon’s attack splintering a nearby tree.
“Stop it, Eryon!” Lyra screamed, her voice trembling. “He’s not our enemy!”
Eryon growled, his wolf’s instincts overriding reason. “He’s manipulating you!” he shouted, his voice rough and distorted. “You don’t see it, Lyra, but I do!”
Adrian sidestepped another attack, his movements calculated but hesitant. “I’m not here to hurt her!” he shouted. “I’m trying to help!”
Eryon snarled, his wolf form bristling with rage. “You’ve done enough!”
Lyra stepped between them, her hands raised. “Both of you, stop!” she pleaded, her voice breaking.
But neither man seemed to hear her. Eryon lunged again, his claws aimed for Adrian’s throat. Adrian deflected the blow with his blade, the clash sending sparks flying.
“Eryon, enough!” Lyra shouted, her silver eyes blazing. “This isn’t what I want!”
Her words finally reached her brother. Eryon froze mid-strike, his massive form trembling. His amber eyes flickered with conflict as he glanced at Lyra.
“He’s lying to you,” Eryon said, his voice softer but no less fierce.
Lyra stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm. “I don’t know who to trust,” she admitted, her voice shaking. “But I need you to trust me.”
Eryon’s wolf form shifted slightly, his breathing heavy. The tension in the air was thick, the forest holding its breath.
Adrian lowered his blade, his voice steady. “I only want to keep her safe. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
Eryon’s gaze hardened, but he stepped back, his wolf receding. “This isn’t over,” he growled.
