She was dreaming; she knew that. The barren castle, the circular room, the bodies on the floor – all these things she had left behind days ago. But her mind replayed them each night, breaking her heart again and again until she was sure she had no heart left to break. She kept reminding herself it was a dream, except for one inescapable truth: Captain Hunter was dead.
Gar’s growl woke her from the nightmare and she found herself looking up into citrine eyes set against a dark face. Fearful, her mind sought that of her bear, seeing the scene through his eyes. He stood behind her, hackles raised at the black wolf whose pearly canines were mere inches from her nose. She felt the damp doggy breath on her face.
She slowly raised a hand to the dark fur, looking for connection. And she found it. But the lupine mind behind the yellow eyes was strangely familiar, stirring memories from before her transformation. Unsettled, she severed the connection and strangled the memories.
At the least, it means me no harm, she thought to Gar who huffed in agreement.
The bear sent her a vision, more like her dreams than his usual animal thoughts. A ghostly woman in armor had told him to wait for the next companion. Grandmother told you about the wolf?
A slick tongue shot out of the charcoal snout and stroked her chin, bringing her attention back to the golden eyes. Apparently the wolf was here for her.