Chapter 9

Later that night, with the moon high in the night sky, Avery slipped into a deep slumber, unaware of the extraordinary journey her dreams were about to embark upon. In the realm of her subconscious, she found herself standing in a dense, mystical forest, the scent of earth and pine filling the air.

A soft breeze rustled through the trees, and Avery sensed a presence nearby. Her heart quickened as a majestic creature emerged from the shadows—a larger and more ethereal wolf than any she had ever seen. Its coat shimmered with the hues of midnight, and its eyes, piercing and wise, stared back at her like molten gold, holding the depth of ancient wisdom.

Avery’s voice trembled as she addressed the magnificent being. “Who are you?”

The wolf’s voice resonated in her mind, powerful and gentle. “I am Lyra, your moon’s spirit, your awakened self.”

Avery’s eyes widened with wonder and a touch of apprehension. “Lyra? But I am human. How can I have a connection with the w