Going crazy might be an understatement in Eryx's current state, because whatever is happening inside him isn't just madness-it's unravelling.
Total loss of grip.
No matter how tightly he tries to rein himself in, no matter how hard he clenches onto the control he's always wielded like a second skin, it's not working this time.
His thoughts won't obey him. His body is tense, his breathing shallow, and his instincts won't rest.
His wolf has stopped pacing but not because it's calm-because it's waiting. Growling beneath the surface. Watching. Pressing him from inside, demanding answers neither of them can find. It refuses to settle until something gives.
Eryx wants to believe what Morgana keeps whispering over and over-that everything he's sensing is just in his head, nothing but grief and shock tearing through his mind. But he knows himself better than that. It doesn't feel imagined.
