Zara’s POV
I was falling.
Not through air.
Through memory.
Through something that remembered me.
Voices layered over each other—whispers, commands, prayers.
Not all mine.
Not all now.
“Balance…”
“Protect…”
“Do not let them take it…”
I tried to breathe.
But there was no body.
No ground.
No control.
“Stop…” I whispered.
The voices didn’t.
They grew louder.
Then—
Fire.
Not my wolf.
Real fire.
Golden. Silver. Violent.
A battlefield stretched before me.
Bodies.
Not just wolves.
Others.
Beings I couldn’t name—but I knew they were connected to me.
To this.
“This isn’t me…” I said, panic rising.
“It is,” Fire replied.
Her voice was no longer inside me.
She stood beside me.
Fully formed.
Massive.
Beautiful.
Terrifying.
Silver flames licking through her fur.
My
