THE GHOST OF HER PAST
The figure stepped closer through the silver mist, every movement deliberate, heavy with a presence that made Lykos’s wolf bristle.
Aria’s sphere trembled violently, glowing brighter, the pulse of her borrowed life flickering like a candle in a storm.
The figure’s face was shrouded, but the shape… the aura… it was painfully familiar.
“Who are you?” Lykos demanded, claws flexing, senses straining. Wolf instincts screamed danger.
The figure’s voice was soft, but each word cut through the silence like a blade.
“Someone who should have protected her… but failed.”
Aria gasped, stumbling in the sphere. “No… it can’t be…”
“You were stolen,” the figure whispered, voice layered with sorrow and anger. “They took your soul. Replaced it. Every memory you had… everything w
