Looking around the room engulfed in flames, I felt confused, frightened, and deeply concerned about how I had ended up in this situation in the first place. My hand was burned and still throbbed painfully, yet it didn’t seem to be healing or showing any signs of recovery like it should have. Not for a wolf.
I attempted to call Noir to come forward, but there was nothing. Inside my mind, it was completely silent, as if she wasn’t present at all.
I tried once more to move through the fire, searching for another escape route. When I spotted a gap in the flames, I thought I could seize the opportunity. But the opening shut again before I could dash through it, and my shirt caught fire.
Quickly, I used my hands to pat down the flames on my clothing, but when I looked down at my scorched shir
