Page 107 of Echoes From the Void
A roar shakes the foundations of reality itself. The sound carries frequencies older than time, harmonics that make my shadow essence sing in recognition. Through the chaos above, I see it—the Eredar. Our father. Its massive form diving towardthis impossible space, ancient power radiating from every line of its body.
The sight sends another memory cascading through our twin bond—this one so old it must have been from the womb. The sensation of our father’s essence wrapping around us, protecting us from forces that sought to corrupt us even then. The perfect balance of light and shadow that we were meant to inherit, before separation tainted everything.
I have seconds to choose.
Follow Finn into whatever depths have claimed him, or stay here where at least one of us might survive. The void pulses around me, its hunger learning to parse choice itself, to consume the very moment of decision.
Sister...His voice grows fainter with each echo, carrying harmonics of corruption that make my wolves pace restlessly.I’m scared...
Through our fraying bond, I feel it—the void learning to consume his light, to twist it into something hungry and wrong. His foxes’ essences flicker like dying stars, their light corrupting into frequencies that hurt to perceive.
The choice isn’t really a choice at all.
I let my shadows rise, reaching not up toward safety, but down into that endless dark. My wolves gather around me, their forms shifting as they adapt to this place between places. The alpha female presses against my leg one final time, her loyalty unwavering even as her form begins to change, becoming something better suited to void-space.
Through our mate bonds, I send one final pulse of love to my sleeping mates. Each connection carries different sensations—Matteo’s primal strength, Leo’s endless warmth, Bishop’s steadfast protection, Dorian’s timeless devotion. Four distinct songs of power that have become part of my soul.
I’m sorry,I whisper through our connection, feeling their desperate response.I have to find him. Have to make this right.
The void writhes around me, corruption testing my defenses. But something has changed. The hunger feels... different. Less alien. Like the darkness recognizes something of itself in my shadows. Like it remembers when all existence was one thing, before the separation of light and dark.
Sister...Finn’s voice comes again, carrying memories of a childhood we should have shared. Of twin powers growing together instead of apart. Of balance freely chosen instead of prophecy forced. Of wolf pups and fox kits playing in the spaces between realities.
Above me, I feel my pack’s desperate approach. Feel Matteo’s predator nature howling for me, the sound carrying centuries of protective instinct. Leo’s sunshine tries to burn through the void, while Bishop’s Guardian magic searches for paths that shouldn’t exist. Dorian’s frost patterns attempt to stabilize corrupted space, his immortal power fighting against entropy itself.
I love them so much it hurts.
But I love my twin too.
The Eredar crashes through reality itself, its massive form dissolving and reforming as it enters the void. Ancient eyes meet mine—eyes that carry millennia of knowledge, of power, of understanding what it means to belong to both shadow and light. Eyes that never held the mindless hunger I was taught to fear.
Our father.
Not a monster.
Not a beast.
Just a parent trying to protect its children.
Its power reaches for mine—not corrupted, but primal. Raw. The original shadow essence from which all others came. I feelmy own shadows respond, recognizing the source of what we are. The void itself seems to pause, learning to process this new power that is neither light nor dark, but something older than both.
Together? The question forms in my mind, carried on waves of power older than time. The Eredar’s essence wraps around me like living armor, protecting as it did before our birth.
My wolves bow to their king as I make my choice.
Down.
Into echoes.
Into void.
Into whatever spaces exist between light and shadow, between reality and entropy, between twin souls that should never have been separated.
Together, its voice rumbles through spaces that haven’t known sound since the first shadow fell.As we always should have been.
My final thought is of balance—of twin powers and chosen mates, of wolves and foxes, of a father’s love strong enough to break reality itself. The void learns from each memory, each emotion, becoming something new as it consumes our descent.
Then everything dissolves into echoes.
