ZAHRA-ROSE
I don’t know how long I’ve been running. Or if I’ve even been moving at all.
The space around me doesn’t change.
No matter how far I go… it stays the same.
Empty and silent.
Too silent.
My breathing comes out uneven as I slow to a stop, my chest rising and falling rapidly. The air here is thick, heavy with incense and something older… something that clings to my skin like it’s trying to seep into me.
“Eira?” I call again.
Nothing.
Not even an echo of her presence.
The absence of my wolf feels wrong,unnatural. Like a part of me has been ripped away and sealed somewhere I can’t reach.
I know I have lived the majority of my life without her but having her and losing her is something I know I can't love without, I can't live with my wolf.
My fingers curl slightly.
This
