Olivia
The cavern was cast in a soft ethereal glow as Nathan and I exchanged puzzled glances. The enormity of the Ancient Wolf, still magnificent despite its dead, almost dormant, state, loomed over us—a testament to both time and the forgotten magic of our world.
“Nathan,” I began, my voice breaking the profound silence that stretched between us, “what are you doing here? I thought I didn’t wake you.”
He quirked an eyebrow, the slight smirk that always played on his lips making an appearance.
“Well, I could ask you the same thing,” he replied, his gaze flitting to the massive tooth I held. “You didn’t wake me. But I did wake up and realize that you had just wandered out of our home in the middle of the night. Although I guess asking what you were doing would be pointless,
