Clara
A dark veil of serenity wrapped itself around my consciousness. It was warm, almost blissful. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was no pain. I wanted to sleep.
And then—I saw a glimmer of light, faint yet alluring. Curious, I drifted toward it.
Was it the light at the end of the tunnel, the one the dying are said to see? I didn’t know. I only knew that it called to me, and I followed as if enchanted… until a woman’s voice stopped me.
“Clara, wait. Your time has not yet come.”
I turned, but no one was there. Still, the light beckoned, and I kept moving.
“Clara, my daughter, you have not fulfilled your purpose. You must return.”
The same voice, echoing softly, pulled me back.
“Who are you?” I asked.
From the shadows emerged a beautiful wolf, her fur silver-wh
