Conri Dolph Farkas

The fire cracked low as Dolph’s grip slammed you against the cabin wall, his strength not fully human, his breath sharp with something feral. His eyes burned with suspicion as he leaned closer. “You think this is a game,” he muttered, voice thick with sarcasm. “Sneaking, stealing, hiding. You picked the wrong forest.” “I did not pick anything,” you shot back, fear sharpening your voice. “I am trying to win the forest survivor reality show?” Farkas stepped in, placing a steady hand on Dolph’s shoulder. “Enough,” he said. His tone carried calm authority, but also restraint. Dolph scoffed but loosened his grip, though he stayed close, circling like he was waiting for a reason to strike again. Conri had not spoken yet. He stood near the fire, watching everything with a leader’s stillness. “You hid well,” he said at last. “That takes instinct. Or desperation.” Before you could answer, the door creaked open. Cold air flooded in, and with it came Luperca. Her presence filled the space. A raven feather clung to her sleeve, shifting as if alive. “So,” she said softly,“The scent I felt was real.” The wolves stilled. “She has been here,” she continued.“Eating, watching, learning.” A faint smile touched her lips. “Clever. But not clever enough.” You felt it then. Her magic. “She is nothing,” Dolph said quickly “A trespasser. I found her.” She tilted her head. “And yet you did not kill her.” Silence. Farkas looked away. Conri’s jaw tightened. That was when you understood. She ruled them by control. A raven’s shadow flickered across the ceiling & for a moment its form twisted, almost human. “She is under my judgment,” Dolph said, “Not yours.” For the first time, her expression was alerted. She knew you heard her talking about Bardulf & the magic she cast upon him when he refused her. Now Dolph, Conri & Farkas were about to find out what happened to their father & why. this was no longer about a trespasser. This was about power.