Aria Snow pov :
(The Spirit Realm)
I ran.
My paws hit the soft, mossy earth with a rhythmic, thundering sound that felt like pure music to my soul. The cool wind whipped wildly through my thick fur—fur that was no longer the dull, dirty white of a neglected outcast, but the blinding, iridescent white of a falling star.
I soared over a fallen log with flawless grace.
Higher, Little Queen, my wolf, Aurora, purred in my mind.
I threw my head back and let out a loud, earth-shaking howl—a beautiful song of pure joy. For the first time in eighteen years, I wasn't Aria the Ghost Girl or the Academy's punching bag. I was free.
I slowed as I reached the crystal-clear lake and seamlessly shifted back into my human form. I stood on the grassy bank in a flowing white silk dress, breathles
