Mia
“I can feel you,” I whispered… to the power, to the bond, to the wolves that slept beneath my skin.
And it answered.
The ground beneath my feet thrummed as if the world itself had drawn a breath. The air shimmered faintly, a soft golden haze swirling around me, rising from the moss and rocks like mist. My hair lifted in the wind, gleaming silver against the sunlight. I could smell everything: the damp moss, the distant river, even the warmth of the sun on stone. My heartbeat slowed, then quickened again, syncing with something older, deeper, endless.
When I raised my hand, the space around it crackled, tiny arcs of light dancing between my fingertips. I could feel every pulse of it, like threads connecting me to the earth below and the sky above.
A laugh broke from my lips… soft,
