Scarlet
Once, again my dreams were filled with similar visions or might I say nightmares. The fog in my mind refused to clear.
Even as the vision faded, the echo of that massive wolf haunted me—the silver streaks in his fur, the way his presence felt both protective and… familiar.
I forced my breath to steady, clenching my fists against the damp earth beneath me. My palms were scraped raw, trembling as though I’d run for miles instead of standing frozen in memory I didn’t understand.
The scar still tingled under my touch, though the searing heat had dulled to a faint pulse.
"What the hell is going on?" I whispered, voice hoarse in the empty clearing.
Only the whisper of the wind answered me.
I staggered to my feet, limbs aching from the strain of my earlier training. The bag hung li
