I wake to cold stone and Adam’s arms locked around me like he is afraid the ground itself might steal me back.
The bridge is gone. The starfield is gone.
There is no silver horizon stretching forever, no humming light under my paws. Just darkness retreating from the edges of my vision and the weight of my body settling into something solid and real. My lungs drag in air that tastes like dust and iron and familiar pack stone. It hurts in the best way.
I am back.
My wolf does not panic.
That is the first miracle.
She is there, fully there, not sealed, not muffled, not screaming herself hoarse against invisible walls. She stands inside me with her head lifted, ears forward, breathing in the world like she has never touched it before. Curious. Steady. Awake.
Adam’s heartbeat is loud in
