This wolf — she had seen it before. In her dreams. The same one that had replaced her reflection in the pond. That same piercing gaze. But why was it here? What was happening? Her mind reeled. She had always believed in the afterlife, but she never imagined it to be so breathtaking — so serene and untouched. But, this wasn't how she had envisioned death, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.
She sat beside the wolf, feeling its labored breaths. Its head shifted weakly before resting atop her lap, as if seeking comfort. Pain shimmered in its green eyes. Without thinking, her hand moved, fingers stroking its head in soothing motions. It reminded her of something — something familiar. The black wolf. The one from the school forest.
