Chapter Thirty Six: In the Realm of Wolves
The Spirit Realm unfolded like a dream stitched from moonlight and memory.
Aurora and Kael stood in the heart of a vast, glowing forest where silver leaves shimmered on trees that pulsed with energy. The air thrummed with magic, alive with unseen voices whispering truths in an ancient tongue. A silken mist curled around their feet, and above them, the sky was a swirling ocean of stars—not distant, but so near they seemed within reach.
Kael reached for Aurora’s hand. Their fingers clasped. The warmth between them was the only familiar thing in this realm.
“We’re not alone,” he whispered.
Aurora nodded. “They’re watching.”
From the mist, figures emerged—tall, graceful, cloaked in twilight and shadow. Eyes glowed like moons. Some bore the ether
