Mia
When I opened my eyes again, we were in a clearing.
“Mia, we figured that you would regain your strength faster if you were out in nature," Brynn had said.
The silver light of my wolf still shimmered faintly on my skin, even as I stood trembling in the clearing, my breath coming hard but steady. The ground beneath my feet felt different, alive, as though the earth itself recognized me. Whispers of power, soft as the wind, curled around me like unseen tendrils, and every gaze was locked on me, wide, disbelieving, reverent and terrified.
A silver wolf. After three hundred years.
The pack knew what I was before I even fully understood it myself. My wolf had awakened in brilliance, flooding the night with a glow that none could ignore. My chest burned with exhilaration and something f
