Leah
I reached for it the way I always had. For the familiar sensation of bones realigning, fur pushing through skin, the wolf inside me rising to meet the surface. But the pull felt wrong. Empty. Like reaching for a doorknob that wasn't there anymore. The connection to my old wolf, the shadow of Andromeda that had been my companion before death, was gone. Severed. The version of my wolf I'd known my entire life, the quieter presence that had stirred during moments of crisis and lent me fragments of borrowed strength, no longer existed.
No, Leah. Andromeda's voice was patient. Almost gentle. You aren't connecting with that shadow of a wolf. It's gone. It wasn't the real me. It was a whisper of what I truly am. Let me push forward and take the wheel. I know trust is earned. But you need t
