The fall didn’t end.

Heat seared my skin, flames licking at my fur, my wolf howling as my body twisted through a fissure of fire and smoke. My claws scraped molten rock, my lungs filled with ash, my scream lost to the roar of an underground inferno.

And then impact.

I hit hard, stone cracking under my body. Fire scorched the cavern around me, lava veins glowing like rivers of blood. The air was suffocating, heavy with the scent of burning stone and something sharper iron, salt, ...