Damian
Saltan burst from the castle doors like a storm given flesh.
One heartbeat, he was River—shaking, terrified, overwhelmed by everything she’d endured.
The next, she was gone.
Saltan stood in her place, massive and silver‑furred, eyes glowing like twin moons. Power rolled off him in waves so intense the air crackled.
Then he ran.
And Dixon—my wolf—didn’t hesitate.
I shifted mid-stride—my bones snapped, fur erupted, and my paws hit the earth with a thud so hard it shook the ground. Dixon, now in wolf form, tore after Saltan. The forest quickly swallowed us both as we ran.
Now, people are following us, calling for Saltan to calm down. But he won’t. It seems that he can’t hear us, either that, or he’s ignoring everyone.
‘Saltan!’ My wolf calls through the bond, Dixon’s voice dee
