CHAPTER 10: THE AWAKENING OF THE SOLAR SHE-WOLF
PART I: THE WHISPERS OF SOLÉIA – ELOWEN
The black was no longer entirely black. It had become a kind of cottony gray, a thick mist dancing behind my closed eyelids. For a long time or perhaps only a few seconds, as time no longer had a hold on me, I floated in a painful in-between. In this void, memories rose to the surface like gas bubbles escaping from a fetid swamp.
I was four years old. I saw that immense marble hall again, so vast it seemed it could house giants. The scent of musky jasmine and gold dust floated in the air, mingled with the laughter of a woman whose voice sounded like a crystal harp. Mama. Her face was a blur of light, but I remembered the softness of her fingers in my curls. And then, there were the boys. Two faces, a
