POV: Eros
I watch from the space between moments where time moves differently and mortal eyes cannot see.
The clearing below holds six souls tangled in threads of fate and choice, and I observe them all with the careful attention that comes from understanding how fragile love can be when it's first learning to grow.
Aphrodite stands at the center of everything. My destined mate. The daughter of my mother's greatest rival and a Direwolf who should never have existed. She is surrounded by four wolves who want her in ways they're only beginning to understand, and I feel every thread of connection stretching between them like silver strings waiting to be plucked.
The twins argue over her placement. Such a small thing. A bedroll. But underneath the trivial debate lies deeper fear. Fear of losing her. Fear of not being chosen. Fear that the bond connecting them might not be enough to overcome the cruelty they inflicted before they knew what she truly was.
