Serenya's POV
The world tilts when the wolf slams into me.
My head snaps back, cracks against something hard and damp. For a breathless instant, there’s only light, then nothing. No forest. No screams. Just weightless dark.
Sound dulls to a slow, distant hum, like I’ve sunk underwater. The air is thick, unmoving. Somewhere far away, claws rake earth, bones snap, but it feels unreal—someone else’s nightmare.
Then, through the black, a faint glow flickers. A heartbeat that isn’t mine. It pulses once… twice… and I see her—my wolf—pacing just beyond a thin, silver veil. Her eyes burn like coals, unblinking, waiting.
“Wake up, Serenya.” The voice slices through the fog, low and sharp, echoing from everywhere and nowhere at once. “You are Duskbane. You do not die on your knees.”
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