THE EYE OF THE SEAL
Falling.
Not through space.
Through memory.
Through instinct.
Through everything wolves had ever feared but never named.
The silver stairway vanished the instant their feet left it. The world folded inward like wings closing. Light shredded into thin ribbons, spiraling around them, whispering secrets in voices that sounded horribly like their own.
Kael reached out automatically — and his hand closed around nothing.
There was no body.
No fur.
No claws.
He existed — but unanchored, like thought without bones.
The darkness was not empty.
It had texture.
It listened.
Nara’s voice flickered near him — not sound, but impression.
Stay focused. Stay tethered to yourselves.
Lyra’s presence pulsed golden somewhere to the left — soothing, steady — anchoring the fr
