As my vision cleared, I realized a grey wolf lay beside me, its warmth cocooning me against the cold. Its immense tail stretched over half of my small body, acting like a blanket. Despite its size, I felt no fear. Somehow, I already knew its name—a human name.
Oberon.
That was who he was, the wolf that shielded me from the chill of the night.
I sat quietly, watching him. My faint movements stirred him awake. Lifting his massive head, he brushed his furry forehead and ears against my cheek, a gesture so gentle it tickled. I couldn’t help but laugh. He nuzzled me with such tenderness, and in that moment, I felt something unfamiliar—peace, joy, and an almost tangible sense of being loved. Wrapping my arms around his thick neck, I pressed myself into his fur. For the first time since arrivi
