Freya‘s pov.

Running in wolf form was unlike anything I’d ever known. My body was sleek and powerful—my fur like snow kissed by moonlight, shimmering silver-white as I soared between trees. My paws barely touched the forest floor. I was weightless. Free.

Then I reached a still lake, its surface glassy and quiet. I slowed, approached the edge, and stared.

A majestic white wolf stared back.

I didn’t recognize her. And yet, she was me.

“We are ...