Lilith pov
I was panting, panicking.
My chest felt tight, my breathing slow and suffocating as I sat on the bed, one hand clutching my chest, trying to breathe.
Theila sat beside me, her worried eyes fixed on me as she spoke, but I couldn’t hear her.
Everything was too overwhelming.
The white void. The throne room. That woman…
Was it a dream?
No, it couldn’t be a dream.
It was my state of consciousness.
My state of consciousness was an endless void.
And I—I had a golden wolf.
“Can you hear me, Lilith? Please, say something. I’m really worried about you. You were barely breathing when I came to wake—”
Before she could finish, I turned sharply toward her and reached out, grabbing her hands, startling her as I leaned closer, my voice hoarse as I spoke.
“T-Theila… I’m sorry, but
