Sloane's POV
I let my thoughts drift deep into my soul.
There—through the shadows of a dark forest—I saw it—golden light, scattered like fireflies. It moved gently through the trees, glowing with quiet strength.
It looked like my wolf.
She was slowly taking shape.
Golden. Luminous. Whole.
I reached out to her with my voice, barely more than a whisper.
"Are you my wolf? I really need you..."
But there was no answer.
The golden light just kept flowing around me, slow and silent.
Maybe she wasn't ready.
Maybe I wasn't ready.
Still, I stayed there with her.
Suddenly, voices outside shattered my focus.
One of them—I recognized immediately.
Sylas. Zane's beta.
"Look, you need to pay this if you want your husband to keep breathing," he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.
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