Freya’s POV
When I arrived in the in-between, it felt different. The ethereal plane no longer felt light and wispy; it was heavy with a gray gloom that stuck to the essence of the entire place.
The once bright, clear sky had heavy gray clouds crawling across it. One bumped into the next. The vibrant green grass that I loved was wilted and lying on its side, lifeless. The air smelled stale, as if death and decay rode upon it.
What was happening here?
I glanced around, as did my copper-colored wolf that stood out against this gray world. She bounded off toward the north tree line, which bordered the meadow where I stood. I stalked after her.
When I caught up to her, she was stopped at a brown patch of dirt. Alarmed, I rested a hand on her smooth fur. Peering over her shoulder, I gasped
