Aria’s POV
Once again, I’m running through the forest, but it’s a place I do not recognize. Branches slap across my face, stinging, as I try to navigate my way through the trees. There is no path here. Behind me I can hear footsteps, so many footsteps... I can’t see who they belong to, but I know they’re chasing me and that I don’t want to be caught. In front of me I see flashes of a great, ebony beast, weaving its way through the dense growth. I push myself harder, trying to catch up or trying to outrun my pursuers... maybe both. After what seems like ages of running, barely able to take a full breath, I burst through a copse of trees into a clearing.
The beast is there - a majestic black wolf, drinking from a stream. On the other side of the stream, a field of flowers is alive with ti
