_Lisa’s POV_
Darkness swallowed me whole. Then, there were so many colors.
It started at my feet. Ribbons of light crawled up my legs. They were thin and bright and they smelled like iron and wet earth. The colors moved in circles. Purple became blue. Blue became red. Red became a ring of bright and sharp silver.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. My mouth made a sound that felt like nothing. My hands felt far away. I could see my fingers and yet, they were not solid. They were made of mist.
“Sierra,” I thought and my wolf answered like a bell.
I am here, she said.
The tunnel of color spun faster. The sound around me was a chorus of whispers. Voices braided into one another. Some voices were familiar. Some were centuries old. Every sound had a weight. Time felt like rain sliding
