The world around me shifts, and I suddenly find myself standing in the midst of a thick forest I know all too well. It's the woods I grew up in, the one surrounding my former pack.
I shudder. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be here.
I look around frantically and I sigh in relief when I see there's no one hunting me.
I am all alone.
It's fine. I just need to find my way back home.
The moon above bathes everything in a silvery light as I walk between the trees, and an eerie silence envelops me. The coldness of the ground seeps into my feet, and a shiver runs down my spine.
I reach for my thigh. Where are my daggers?
I look around the dark grass, hoping I somehow dropped them nearby when I see a movement to my left.
There, amidst the trees, I spot a figure. A girl with r
