SCARLETT
Darkness.
It swallowed me whole, heavy and endless, like the abyss itself had claimed me. For a heartbeat maybe forever.
I thought I was dead. But then I heard it.
A growl. Low. Ancient. Inside me.
The ground beneath my feet shimmered into being, silver and black stone stretching endlessly beneath a sky split by two moons—one full, one broken. And standing before me was her.
My wolf.
She was massive, fur a dark crimson threaded with streaks of molten silver, eyes glowing with a feral light that pinned me in place. She looked nothing like the wolf I knew from my shifts—this one radiated power, ancient and terrifying.
Her voice cracked through the dreamscape, layered with thunder and flame. “Scarlett.”
My chest heaved. “What… what is this place?”
“The truth,” she growled,
