Diana’s POV
Fire.
It danced around me, wild and endless, swallowing the sky.
I stood in the center of it all, barefoot on scorched earth. Smoke curled around my legs like dark fingers.
I should’ve moved, ran or even screamed.
But I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
The tower before me burned like it had always belonged to the fire. Its windows screamed as they shattered, glass melting into the blaze.
Heat kissed my skin, but there was no pain.
Only dread.
A dread so deep it didn’t have a name, only weight.
Then the smoke shifted, and something emerged.
A massive wolf, fur like midnight ink, eyes glowing silver like twin moons. It stepped toward me, slow and deliberate. Its claws dripped red, the blood fresh.
Its eyes gleaming like polished mirrors, reflecting every inch of my fear. It snar
