Inside the mirrored space of Orion's mind, the mist churned like a living storm. The air shimmered, and the glassy floor beneath him trembled with energy. His reflection— once static —rippled violently, and then fra ctured, lines of light splitting through it like cracks in ice. A force—raw and untamed— was answering his call.
Outside, the massive black wolf let out a low, aching whimper. His muscles twitched under his fur, limbs stretching as if pulled in opposing directions. Megan gasped, stepping back instinctively, heart pounding.
"Orion…?" she whispered again, her voice a feather-light breath against the rising wind.
The wolf's body shuddered violently, his paws clawing at the earth. His head lowered, pressing into the ground, ears flattened with strain. Megan took a hesitant step forward, her hand hovering mid-air, unsure whether to reach out or run.
Then it began.
