"She dreams of golden eyes.But the ones waiting in the shadows burn violet…and fate will never let her choose."
Chapter 2:
Sanathiel closed his eyes. Darkness brought no rest—it brought visions.A hanging garden. Red roses scattering over blue and yellow blooms. Sunlight filtering through leaves. The scent of spring.
And in the center, a girl.A red dress, pigtails whipped by the wind. A fallen basket. Roses scattered like drops of blood.
"Are you all right?" His voice, young, uncertain.
The girl lifted her head. Green eyes pierced his chest."Thank you, kind knight." Her smile was light and earth—innocence untainted.
He laughed without knowing why."Your name?"
She curtsied like an old tale come alive."Aisha."
The vision shattered. The emptiness it left was real.How can you miss someone you only met once?Or was it more than once?
Sanathiel's eyes snapped open. He was not asleep. The voice calling him rose from somewhere deeper than thought."Aisha…"
The name echoed again. Insistent. A hand stretching from the shadows.
Then another presence intruded. Familiar. Poisonous."Sooner or later… you had to appear."
Sariel.The name seared into his mind like burning iron.My shadow. My betrayal.
"Don't play with me." He crushed the portrait of Aisha in his hand, as if her lines could reveal the truth.
Silence returned. But Sariel's trace lingered, like venom in the air.
Outside, winter draped the city in white. The moon bathed rooftops in silver."Aisha…" he whispered, claws digging into his palm until blood welled.
He seized a pencil. Aisha's face emerged in furious strokes. Rough, imperfect. But her eyes glowed as if alive.
Are you salvation… or my curse?
The limousine carried him into the neon heart of the city. Light replaced the moon, but true darkness prowled the alleys.
"Welcome, Mr. Ruanda."
He ignored the driver, claimed his key, and stepped into the elevator. In the mirrored walls, a handsome young man stared back. Yet behind the golden eyes, the wolf waited.
Tomorrow he would find her.The hunt would begin.
At Colegio Mayor Unidad, Aisha tried to endure the heavy heat of the classroom. Then a chill slid down her spine.
Crossing the hallway, she froze. A vision slammed into her mind: a white wolf, eyes blazing.
She gasped."The stench came before the image: flesh, gunpowder… death."
She covered her mouth, stumbled into the bathroom."There's nothing here…" she whispered to the sink.
But the echoes stayed. A mournful howl throbbed in her skull. Not hers. Someone else's.
Later, in her room, her fingers traced the pages of a book she didn't remember opening. The title stopped her heart: The Nevri.
Her pulse thundered.Why do I feel I already know these words?
Far away, Sanathiel felt it too. Not Sariel. Not Luciano.Her.
"Soon, Aisha…" he whispered, the road stretching endless before him.
And in that instant, her voice trembled inside him, fragile yet undeniable."Sanathiel…"
Destiny's thread tightened, unseen but unbreakable.