Dawson’s POV

Light poured from the open bridge, filling the courtyard with silver, gold, and white. The colours blended until I could no longer tell where one ended and another began. The sky had become a river of power, spilling into our world as though something on the other side were forcing its way through.

Beneath that light, I felt something else.

Emptiness. Hunger. A presence so old that even the wolves inside me seemed afraid to acknowledge it.

The End was coming.

And my mother was on her knees.

I rushed to her and caught her shoulders, helping her stand. Her eyes were open, but she seemed lost somewhere...