Loria’s POVWe’ve been running for nearly another hour when the trees thin for good—not just briefly, not just a clearing, but in a way that speaks of something different. The forest doesn’t open up; it recedes. And beyond the last scattered pines, the land breathes in a way I’ve never seen.Zerina slows to a trot, her paws light over packed dirt. Ahead of us, the other wolves come to a stop at the top of a small incline. One by one, they shift—smooth and practiced, their bodies folding and expanding into human shape like they’ve done it a thousand times.Zerina follows their lead.And I stand, naked and cold in the early light, at the edge of something I never dreamed was real.A town.An entire town.Like an actual town, with shops, a diner, a gas station, paved streets, a library, and so much more. Out here. In the middle of nowhere.It looks like something from a dream—or an old photograph tucked into the pages of a forgotten family album.I blink, and for a moment, I think I mig
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