TRINITY
The dream returned, vivid and haunting as ever.
The white wolf stood before me, its fur gleaming like fresh snow under a pale, silver moon. Its eyes—intense and all-knowing—bored into mine, filling me with an unexplainable mix of fear and familiarity. For a brief moment, it didn’t move, as though waiting for me to understand something I couldn’t grasp. Then, just like every time before, it turned and ran.
“Wait!” I called out, desperation clawing at my throat as I stumbled forward.
This time, I didn’t hesitate. I ran after it, my feet pounding against the soft forest floor. The trees seemed taller and denser, their branches reaching down like skeletal hands to grab at my arms and legs. The wolf was impossibly fast, but I pushed myself harder, my lungs burning and my heart thund
