The moon hung low and strange above Crescent Moon, as if it were watching.
Lily lay in bed, eyes shut, but she wasn't asleep in the usual sense. Her body rested beneath thick quilts, but her mind was walking elsewhere, through a world made of fog and silver light. She was in the realm of dreams, a place as real as any other.
Most dreams happen within the mind, but sometimes, the mind can wander, entering a place that exists outside of it.
Who are you?
I'm your wolf. Diana. Nice to meet you, Lily.
In the dream world, she wandered barefoot across a field of ash and bone. Three wolves ran ahead of her, one black as a moonless night, one as silver as full moonlight, and one white with lavender eyes. They moved with perfect grace, circling her, never straying too far.
She followed them.
