Chapter 17: The Night in the Void

The walk to Farren’s tear was long.

Much longer than Kiran expected. The Void stretched on endlessly, the landscape shifting in subtle, unsettling ways. Hills gave way to strange crystalline formations, then to fields of tall, whispering grass that moved even when there was no wind. The sky remained a bruised gray, and the air carried that same sourceless light that made everything look slightly wrong.

Farren kept Kiran close the entire time, one arm around his shoulders or holding his paw. They didn’t talk much at first. Kiran was still half-hollow, his mind drifting in and out of clarity. But Farren never let go.

When night fell, or what passed for night in the Void, Farren found them a sheltered spot between two large, smooth rocks. He disappeared for a while and came back with strange fruits and some kind of glowing root that he said was safe to eat.

“Trust me,” Farren said with a small smile. “I’ve been living out here for years. This one tastes like sweet berries. That one ... well, it tastes like nothing, but it’ll keep you alive. Might make you a little horny, though. But that’s my fox, anyway.”

Kiran ate quietly, watching Farren with soft, tired eyes. For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt safe.

After they ate, they sat together in the soft, strange grass. The silence stretched between them, heavy with everything they hadn’t said yet.

Then Kiran moved.

He climbed into Farren’s lap without warning, straddling the larger wolf and licking slowly up the side of his neck. His tongue dragged warm and wet over gray fur, tasting salt and dust and Farren.

Farren’s breath hitched. His paws came up to rest on Kiran’s hips.

“You wanna fuck here in the Void?” he asked, voice low and rough.

Kiran pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. His amber gaze was clear for once, burning with need.

“I’ve been dreaming of getting fucked by you for too long,” Kiran said, voice trembling. “I’d want to fuck in a pit of snakes if it meant being with you again.”