Lilith pov

I was panting, panicking.

My chest felt tight, my breathing slow and suffocating as I sat on the bed, one hand clutching my chest, trying to breathe.

Theila sat beside me, her worried eyes fixed on me as she spoke, but I couldn’t hear her.

Everything was too overwhelming.

The white void. The throne room. That woman…

Was it a dream?

No, it couldn’t be a dream.

It was my state of consciousness.

My state of consciousness was an endless void.

And I—I had a golden wolf.

“Can you hear me, Lilith? Please, say something. I’m really worried about you. You were barely breathing when I came to...