The morning sun filtered through the massive weeping willow in the courtyard, casting dancing, leafy shadows across the softest bed I had ever slept in. I didn't want to get up. My body felt heavy, anchored by a grief that still felt raw and jagged in my chest, but the silk sheets felt like a cloud against my skin.
Are you okay? I whispered into the silence of my mind.
My wolf didn't howl or bark. For a long time, there was nothing. Then, a faint, sluggish pulse of energy flickered in the back of my mind. She was alive, but she was hiding.
Maybe we can go for a run? I suggested.
At the mention of running, she didn't exactly perk up like she used to, but she gave a small, curious nudge against my consciousness. She wanted the wind. She wanted the forest. But as I sat up and looked at th
