For a moment, Eloise thought she was already dead. The world around her was a blur, the air thick with the scent of earth and blood. Her body felt weightless, like it wasn’t her own. And then, the grief hit her a sharp, suffocating wave that made her chest tighten, her throat close. She couldn’t even pinpoint why she felt this way, but it was overwhelming.
Maybe it was the loss of her wolf. Maybe it was the years of running, always running. Maybe it was the realization that there was no place in the world for someone like her.
She tried to shake it off, but the heaviness lingered.
Slowly, Eloise opened her eyes. The ground beneath her felt cool and soft grass. It took a few moments to register where she was. The sharp pain shooting through her body quickly brought her back to reality
