Kayla

Kayla was born beneath the cold glow of a full moon, her tiny body curled against her mother's warmth. Her siblings mewled softly in the dark, their eyes still closed, unaware.

Kayla's were open.

All three of them.

And they were void.

Not blind—no, never blind.

But endless. Empty. Deep as the night sky before the stars were made.

A Childhood of Uncertainty and Fear

Her mother had not screamed at the sight of her.

But the other wolves did.

"She shouldn't be alive."

"That's not natural."

"No wolf is born like that."

But she had been.

Three eyes, black as the new moon, empty of color, of light, of anything.

She did not cry.

She only stared.

And the wolves who saw her felt watched.

They feared her before they even knew what she could see.

A World Seen in Fragments
Kayla never saw the world the way the others did.

Her three void eyes were not blind, but neither did they show her the present as others saw it.

She could see now, yes.

But she could also see before.

And she could see after.

Never in full. Never all at once.

Just pieces.

A rabbit darting before it had moved.

A storm forming before the sky had darkened.

A wound appearing before the fight had even begun.

But never why.

Never who.

Never the full story.

Only glimpses, scattered like broken shards of glass.

It was never enough to change anything.

Only enough to know it was coming.

The Breaking Point

For a time, the pack tolerated her.

She was strange, but she was not weak.

Then, one day, she saw something she was not meant to see.

She had been walking past the alpha's den when her vision cracked apart.

Then—

A body, buried beneath the earth.

A name carved into the stone.

The scent of blood, long faded.

A wolf long dead—but not by accident.

She staggered, the vision flickering, her breathing unsteady.

And when her sight cleared—

The alpha was staring at her.

He saw the way she faltered.

He saw the way her ears flicked back.

And he knew.

She did not need to say a word.

Because the fear in his eyes told her everything.

"She was never one of us," they whispered.

"She was never meant to stay."

By the time the sun rose, Kayla was already gone.

She did not argue.

She did not fight.

Because she had already seen this coming.

She just hadn't seen what would happen next.

Alone in the Wild

Kayla had never known life beyond the pack's borders.

The world outside was vast and merciless.

She had no experience hunting alone, no den to return to, no warmth beside her.

But she had her instincts.

She had her visions.

She had her will to survive.

And for the first time, she started to trust what she saw.

She watched the wind shift before a storm.

She sensed the smallest movements before prey bolted.

She followed paths that felt wrong and avoided them.

She still didn't see the whole picture.

She still made mistakes.

But she was still alive.

And that was enough.

For a time.

Meeting Haru

She had scented his pack before she saw them.

The logical choice would have been to leave.

To turn back before she was seen.

But something told her to wait.

She lingered at the border, her void eyes flickering with something new.

Not a vision.

Not a warning.

But a pull.

A feeling she couldn't explain.

Then—she saw him.

Haru.

He stood at a distance, watching her.

Expecting her.

His expression wasn't hostile. It wasn't cautious.

It was curious. Knowing.

As if he had already accepted her before she spoke a word.

"You've come a long way," he said simply.

Kayla didn't answer.

She didn't know what she had expected—unease, hesitation, wolves stepping between her and their packmates.

Instead, Haru tilted his head, studying her—

Not just her scarred paws or thin frame.

But the void where her eyes should have been.

And he didn't flinch.

"What do you see?" he asked.

No wolf had ever asked her that before.

She held his gaze.

Her third eye blinked once.

And for the first time, she spoke without fear.

"Only pieces."

Haru did not question her further.

He only nodded and said, "Then we'll figure out the rest together."

And just like that, she belonged.

Life in the Pack

Haru's pack was unlike any she had ever known.

Wolves who were different were not shunned here.

They were valued.

Rachel, who could not see.

Ashley, who could not hear.

Delilah, who moved with extra limbs.

Aqua, who blended into the night.

Daisy, whose pale fur had once made her an outcast.

She was not alone.

Her visions, once a curse, became a gift.

She warned of storms before they came.

She sensed shifts in the land, changes in the air, danger in the silence.

Eranthis spoke to her often, intrigued by her sight.

Momo respected her wisdom, seeking her input when decisions weighed heavily.

And Haru?

Haru never treated her as strange.

He never questioned her past, her abilities, the things she saw that no one else did.

He simply trusted her.

And in return, she trusted him.

She had spent her entire life being watched.

Now, finally, she had found wolves who saw her for who she truly was.