Mated to the Night Wolf
The Floor is a cloud of chaos, rumbling like thunder clouds beneath me.
My eyes remain unfazed, lost, steadied in front of me, for I am far from present and the creatures that surround me.
Not when all I see is her.
The single shadow that stood upright was only a few feet in front of me.
It is the shape of a woman, and it is not hard to tell who.
—Shade.
Shade's shadow stands before me, as the rest pool around us.
It is merely a black figure, with no dimension, but it is HER shadow, I know.