The towering, ethereal silhouette of the colossal wolf leaned downward, its form shifting continuously like smoke trapped in glass. The icy pressure of its presence pinned my knees to the glowing crystal floor, yet no blood lust radiated from its shadowy depth.
White wolf... child of the jailers...
The voice echoed inside my mind not as a violent, clawing storm, but as a chilling, hypnotic psychic resonance that vibrated directly against my soul. The air turned so cold that my breath froze into tiny white clouds before dissipating in the gloom.
"You brought corruption to our valley." I shouted, clutching Gideon tighter against my chest, my bare left palm burning as my royal magic flared defensively. "You tried to break his mind."
The entity tilted its massive head, its starry eyes narr
