|| Lilac’s POV ||

One moment, I was staring death in the face.

The next, I stood by the crystal-clear waters of our shared mindscape, the waterfall's mist cooling my skin. And there stood my wolf.

"Runa." I cried out her name.

My golden wolf stood proud and whole, her fur glowing faintly in the ethereal light. Whole. Awake. Furious.

"Finally, you're here," she snapped, ears flat against her skull.

I didn't care about her anger. I threw my arms around her ...