M FLOATING in the dark.
There’s nothing here. No sound. No light. No sensation of up or down.
Just endless, suffocating blackness.
I try to move. Can’t. Try to speak. Can’t. Try to feel my wolf. Nothing. Where am I?
The question echoes in my mind, unanswered.
I’m not awake; I know that much. But I’m not asleep, either. This is something else. Something in between. Like being suspended in deep water, with pressure pushing in from all sides, crushing me.
Time doesn’t exist here. I could be floating for seconds or hours or days. There’s no way to tell. No way to measure the passing of moments when there are no moments at all.
Just this. Just darkness.
Then—movement. Not mine. Something pulled at me, tugging me forward through the void like a fish on a line.
No. Stop. Let me go.
But
