Into the Heart of the Void
The fall was endless. Ridge and Aria tumbled through darkness, the void around them stretching, twisting, and warping in ways that made even Ridge’s wolf instincts scream. There was no ground, no air, no sense of up or down—only an infinite black canvas punctuated by streaks of silver light, remnants of the collapsing path above.
Ridge instinctively shifted mid-fall, trying to slow their descent, but the void was different from gravity he had known. It resisted his strength, pulling them apart even as he clung to Aria. His claws dug into her wrist, teeth clenched, silver fur bristling. “Hold on!” he shouted, voice echoing strangely in the void.
Aria’s glow flared, pulsating like a heartbeat in the darkness. “I’m trying!” she cried. “But it’s… it’s pulling us a
