Siara
There’s a soft breeze blowing on my face, waking me from my rest. I open my eyes and have to squint slightly against the rays of sunshine peeking through the treetops.
Where am I?
Sitting up, I notice a couple of curious things.
I’m in my favorite clearing where I often went to clear my mind.
I’m wearing my favorite white sundress that Mason used to say made me look breathtaking. He was always sweet like that.
The strangest thing of all, though, is the white wolf sitting right next to me, my wolf.
How is that possible? We were one and the same. If she’s separate from me, that could only mean one thing.
“I’m dead,” I whisper..
Not yet.
My wolf’s response both startles and confuses me.
I remember what happened. Running to stop Chloe, the gun firing, the burning pain, and
