22: Awakening
Logan
I'm standing by a tall oak tree, just barely hidden by a growth of foliage. I listen to every sound in the small forest. Every crack and stirring of leaves sends my heart fluttering, not in fear but in expectation.
A howl, louder than a thousand explosions, erupts in the night. I jump, startled, and stare in the direction of the noise. A moment later, a massive shape forms from the shadows, silver eyes glowing in the dark.
“Anyra?" I whisper so softly I'm not even certain I spoke.
The form steps forward into the light, and I see a huge wolf, nearly taller than me, its eyes easily matching mine in height. It steps closer, and I can sense the familiar trace of Anyra. Somehow, I know it's her.
“Anyra," I say again, louder this time, and I reach out a hand.
She
