NIKOLAI
I must have removed my clothing at some point, but I didn’t recall doing it. I couldn’t even remember shifting into my wolf form. All I knew was that I was wolf now, sprinting across the vast, endless arctic tundra. Somewhere along the way, I had shed not just my human form but also the fragile remnants of my identity.
I no longer knew who I was, where I’d been, or who I had loved and lost. I was no one. Just a nameless wolf, running through the icy expanse as the moon glared down at me. The cold air burned my lungs, and the snow crunched beneath my paws.
I sprinted faster, driven by an animalistic need to escape, to silence the flood of emotions clawing their way back. I wanted to be nothing but a creature of instinct, ruled by hunger, thirst, and exhaustion. No past. No pain.
