172. Raven
My heart thudded since I didn't know what to expect but what I knew for a fact was that silver wolves didn't forgive wrongdoers and I was one just by birth. Yes, who asked me if I wanted to be born a rogue?
The moment my eyes landed on the silver wolf before me, my breath caught in my throat. My hands pressed against the cold wall behind me as if seeking refuge, yet no sanctuary could save me from the overwhelming presence before me. The silver wolf glowed like a divine being, her radiance filling the air with something I should have feared—something history warned would burn sinners like me alive.
But it didn’t.
Instead, her light made me feel whole, pure even—like a lost soul suddenly bathed in mercy. It was as if I had been dirty all along and she was cleansing me.
I sho
