Luna's Awakening
Its coat was a flawless white that shined under the moonlight, and its eyes… its eyes conveyed a profound understanding that rendered me speechless.
As the wolf came closer, I heard a voice in my head, gentle but strong. “Aurora,” it called, and I just knew that this was the white wolf talking to me. “At last, you begin to awaken.”
“Who are you?” I asked, my voice echoing strangely in this ethereal place. “What is this place?”
The wolf's gaze felt like it was piercing through my very being. “I am you, Aurora. Or rather, I am what you will become. The White Wolf, protector of our kind, born in times of great peril.”