Selena.
The morning sun filtered gently through the treetops, scattering across the forest floor in long strands of gold that warmed my white fur as I stood still and allowed myself to breathe.
The earth beneath my paws was soft and damp with morning dew. It had been a long night running through the woods until exhaustion took over.
Power did not rush through me wildly anymore; it flowed steadily, confidently, like a river that had finally found its proper course.
Every scent drifting through the air carried meaning, every shift of leaves told a story, and even the faint heartbeat of small creatures burrowing beneath the soil brushed against my awareness with startling clarity.
For the first time in my life, I did not feel as though I was borrowing strength from something outside myself. I felt rooted in it.
