The deeper they went, the more the air changed. Still. Primal. Heavy.
They stopped in a glade surrounded by towering pines. Moonlight poured through the branches like silver rain.
Heiko began removing his clothes in silence, his body honed and scarred—a map of survival. River did the same, her movements smooth.
Then, with a deep breath, she let herself go and transformed.
What emerged was Tempest—a majestic silver wolf, tall and elegant, with a commanding aura that rippled in the night like lightning caught in fur. Her coat shimmered under the moonlight, her eyes glowing with fierce intelligence and untamed pride.
Heiko stood still, stunned.
“Goddess…” he breathed. “You’re... magnificent.”
He reached out slowly, fingers brushing her fur. Power thrummed beneath her skin—coiled, restr
