UNDENIABLY DESTINED

CHAPTER 28

THE NIGHT 

AADAYA VALANKE'S NARRATIVE

Within the suffocating confines of the closet, her onyx eyes darted frantically from left to right, searching for refuge from unseen malevolence. The air outside resonated with desperate cries for salvation, echoing through the darkness. Three spectral figures, identical in form, remained cloaked within the cramped space. Mirror images of despair, their hair tangled and garments disheveled, patiently awaited the return of someone or something, as they had been instructed.

Of the trio, two wept incessantly, their anguished cries intermingled with spectral hiccups. The third, an ethereal sentinel, gazed through the small gap in the keyhole, a phantom guardian in their shared sanctuary. Their brother's enigmatic pact bound them to silence, compelling them to endure the shadows like mournful apparitions. The resolute one among them, untouched by tears, radiated a spectral maturity that transcended the ethereal realm.

All three spectral entities possessed abyssal onyx eyes and hair of a spectral bronze hue, a haunting legacy traced to the Valanke family. They belonged to an otherworldly lineage, werewolves intertwined with an active Ikanir gene—a spectral distinction within the spectral realm. Intricate tattoos adorned their spectral left hands, each a manifestation of winding branches, concealing spectral truths. While the Ikanir ink appeared identical, spectral observers would discern a subtle disturbance—only the resolute one's Ikanir ink seemed to shift, as if rewriting the haunted script of destiny.

Amidst the oppressive fear, the brave sister turned to her weeping spectral siblings, offering spectral solace, "Don't cry, Athiya... everything will be alright. Mom promised." Yet, even within her, a spectral void lingered. Though the youngest, she emanated a spectral courage that surpassed her ethereal years.

The patter of spectral footsteps abruptly silenced them, and Aadaya instinctively covered her spectral sister's mouth. Their spectral forms quivered in spectral dread, tears streaming down their onyx eyes, the claws of spectral fear compelling them to shut their eyes tight.

The closet doors swung open, revealing their spectral mother, a figure wrought with spectral tension, breathing heavily. Spectral relief washed over her as she surveyed her spectral pups, unharmed within their spectral sanctuary. The apparitions, overcome with spectral emotion, began to weep and sniffle, their onyx eyes fixed on their spectral mother, unable to contain the spectral torrent of their feelings.

A sudden spectral crash reverberated, accompanied by a dark crimson stain spreading across their spectral mother's spectral dress waistband. Ikanir Luna, standing before her spectral pups, spat spectral blood, her spectral form succumbing to gravity as she collapsed. She crumpled to the spectral ground, writhing in spectral pain, as her three spectral pups rushed to her side, crying and lamenting in haunting unison.

Ikanir Luna Romira surveyed her three pups, though only two clung to her blood-soaked form. Hugging them close to her heart, she extended her hands towards the youngest, Aadaya, whose eyes burned with an unyielding fire. Through a voice hoarse and strained, Luna Romira spoke, "Aadaya, the child of Ikanir, my pup... Swear to the order of the destiny of Ikanir wolf for which you are born." Her words were choked, the blood that flowed from her lips staining her dress with each passing second. Tears and dust marred her face, scrunching in pain, as she continued, "...Swear to the order of the destiny of Ikanir wolf for which you are born." Her hands trembled, fingers now dripping with sacrifice, sealing Aadaya's fate. Her small fingers flitted through her mother's blood-soaked hands, imprinting her destiny.

In a heart-wrenching turn of events, hands clasped around Aadaya's hair, pulling her away with a force that seemed to tear through the very fabric of their familial bond. Luna Romira's helpless screams resonated as she watched her pups dragged away, aching for the loss of the unity that had been their sanctuary.