Caitlyn’s POV
I drifted in a world between worlds.
The air here was thick with mist, the sky an endless swirl of silver and black. My bare feet touched nothing and everything all at once. There was no pain, no exhaustion—just an eerie weightlessness, as if I had left my body behind.
Was I dead?
A voice, deep and ancient, echoed through the void. “Not yet.”
I turned sharply, my heart pounding. “Who said that?”
The mist shifted, parting like a veil. A figure emerged from the swirling gray—no, not a figure. A wolf. But not just any wolf. It was enormous, its fur shimmering like molten silver, its eyes like twin galaxies, endless and unfathomable. Power radiated from it, pressing against my very soul, familiar yet utterly foreign.
I swallowed hard. “What are you?”
It tilted its head, s
