Olivia
The landscape of my vision was surreal, like the heart of a dream. Everything was tinged in an ethereal glow, and the boundaries of reality seemed to blur. Standing before me was a majestic figure—my wolf.
With piercing eyes and an aura of power, she exuded an air of both familiarity and mystery.
“You must lift the spell, Olivia,” she rumbled, her voice echoing through the space. Her gaze held mine with an intensity that was almost palpable. “Only then will you realize your destiny.”
The words resonated within me, filling me with both dread and hope. But they also brought forth a thousand questions. “But… how?” I pleaded. “How do I lift the spell?”
But even as I asked, the vision began to disintegrate. The ground beneath me became insubstantial, and the colors s
