Ravenna’s POV
I can feel the pulse of everything now. Not through my hands, not through my chest, but through the spaces in between, through the air and the water and the roots that coil like veins beneath the ground. Every part of this world hums with it. I am it. And I am not.
The first light of the new dawn, fragile and trembling, brushes the tops of the glass pillars. It spreads through the broken earth like a sigh that has waited for centuries to be exhaled. The wolves move through it, bodies catching starlight and gold, running with a joy I cannot touch, but can feel. They are free, finally, in a way that no chain, no curse, no war could ever contain.
And yet, the ache lingers.
I see Thorn on the far side of the water, kneeling in the golden roots, fingers trailing the surface li
