Darkness pressed in from all sides.
Reign floated somewhere between sleep and consciousness. Her body felt distant, like something she'd left behind. The cavern was gone. The direwolf was gone. Even the cold had faded, replaced by a void that swallowed sensation.
Then came the voice.
"You could've ruled them all by now."
Low. Rough. Too close to her ear. She tried to turn, but her body wouldn't respond. The void shifted, and a pair of eyes appeared in the darkness. Black centers rimmed in silver that glowed with their own light.
The shadow wolf.
"What do you want?" Her voice echoed strangely in the emptiness.
"To help you claim what's yours." Its form rippled closer, smoke and fur blending into something between solid and spirit. "You fight so hard just to survive. But survival isn'
