Days passed before Korra could stand again. The doctors said it was a miracle; her lungs had filled completely, yet she lived. 

When she looked at her reflection in the mirror, something had changed. Her eyes, once dull gray, shimmered faintly like moonlight. Her wolf was quiet but stronger, more alive. She could feel her heartbeat syncing with something ancient and vast.

Loran came to visit her at the hospital two days later. “You are being moved,” he said gently. “To the pack house, ...