Four days.
It had been four long, painful days since that dream.
Four mornings of waking up before dawn, walking back onto the cold training ground, standing in the same place where Kaelen watched me with those sharp, judging eyes.
And still… nothing.
No wolf.
No full shift.
Not even a flicker.
My body was exhausted. My muscles ached constantly, my hands rough and sore, my patience worn thin. Every time I closed my eyes and tried to reach for her… the wolf from my dream… it felt like grasping smoke. I could feel her there, just out of reach, like she was watching me struggle and waiting for something I didn't understand.
I slammed my fist against my thigh in frustration.
"What am I doing wrong?" I whispered.
The competition was tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Wolv
