The forest held its breath, shrouded in the soft silver glow of the moonlight. Selene walked with purpose, her steps light and deliberate as she followed the pull deep within her chest. It was a feeling she couldn’t explain, an ache that had been building for days, guiding her now as surely as the moonlit path beneath her feet.
The trees thinned as she approached a clearing, their darkened forms giving way to an expanse bathed in pale light. And there he was.
The wolf stood tall and proud in the center, his silver-and-ash coat shimmering like liquid moonlight. Dark streaks wove through his fur, giving him an air of shadowy grace, and the tips of his ears and tail glowed faintly white, as though touched by starlight.
Selene froze. She had never seen anything so beautiful—or so otherworld
