Maybe it was because I had no one else.
Every step felt like a war I was losing. My breath hitched in sharp, uneven gasps as I stumbled through the endless hallways, my hands clutching at walls and furniture like lifelines. The cold stone floor beneath my bare feet offered no comfort, no anchor, as if mocking my struggle to stay upright.
The dim, flickering torchlight cast shifting shadows that blurred my vision further, making the world around me spin. Each flame seemed alive, dancing in the periphery of my sight, only adding to the chaos in my mind. My legs trembled beneath me, threatening to give out with every agonizing step.
The ache in my chest didn't fade; it only grew heavier with each passing second, pressing down like a boulder on my ribs. And the void—that horrible, gaping void where my wolf should have been—was relentless. It was like walking without a shadow, like hearing silence where there should have been a heartbeat.
