Delia's pov

My consciousness was plummeting, like a stone thrown into a lake, helplessly sinking into the dark abyss.

"Pearl," "My dear Pearl,"

It sounded like someone calling my name from a distant place. Until the voice gradually became clear, a warm touch landed on my forehead, and with great effort, I opened my eyes to find myself once again transformed into a wolf cub, lying by the familiar lake.

A woman in a white dress gently picked me up from the shore. Her pale blue eyes carried a smile, as if she was not surprised at all to see me here.

"You've come again," she said while caressing my...