The peaceful, grounding energy of the afternoon faded into the deep stillness of the night. Sleep pulled me under quickly, but the moment my conscious mind slipped away, the familiar, suffocating fog of the nightmare rolled in to take its place.
I was back in the dream.
I looked down, seeing the thick, rich brown fur of my wolf form paws sinking into the mist beneath me. My animal was tense, her ears pinned tightly against her head as a low, anxious whine vibrated in my throat. This wasn't the first time I had been trapped in this shifting, featureless void. But with every cycle of sleep, the dream evolved.
Each time I dreamed of this place, the shadowy figure in the mist seemed to get closer.
I braced myself, my wolf eyes piercing through the heavy haze, searching for the silhouette t
