Liz’s POV
“We need to get ready. Make sure we don’t miss anything,” Arthur said.
His voice was steady, sure. Like he already believed this would work, and hope had already wrapped itself around him and refused to let go.
I nodded and stood, falling into step beside him.
But inside me, everything was trembling.
Because while he spoke like this was the answer, I couldn’t stop the doubts pressing against my ribs.
The story he found… it was beautiful. Poetic, even. But it didn’t speak about ghosts. It didn’t talk about what it meant to be stuck between life and death.
That wolf in the story, he’d died. And his soul had stayed close, yes, but had he been forced to walk the world unseen?
No.
The story didn’t mention that.
And part of me feared that my story didn’t match his. That maybe I was too far gone for moonlight to save.
But I didn’t say that aloud.
Because Arthur believed.
And I needed to hold on to that belief, even if only a thread of it was mine. Because at the end of the day,
