The void cloud filled the northern sky like a bruise that wouldn't fade no matter how much time passed. It grew bigger every single day, spreading across the horizon like spilled ink, endless black that seemed to swallow everything.
We watched it from the balcony every night without fail. Ezra and I stood there hand in hand, silent as we stared at the approaching darkness. There were no words that could capture what we felt looking at it.
The entire pack felt the presence of the void growing stronger. Our pups stopped playing far from the houses, staying close where their parents could see them. Wolves hugged each other more often, seeking comfort in touch and closeness. We laughed less than we used to, and the laughter that did come sounded thin and forced.
