Aria's POV

Everything felt different.

The world wasn’t just brighter—it was *alive*.

Every sound was clearer, sharper. She could hear the wind brushing against leaves, the heartbeat of a rabbit deep in the woods, even the distant footsteps of patrolling guards. Her own heartbeat was steady now, but strong—so much stronger.

She stood on four legs. Her paws sunk slightly into the earth beneath her, and her golden fur shimmered in the fading sunlight. At first, she panicked. Tried to scream—but only a low growl came out. Her mind was racing, confused, overwhelmed.

*"Is this me?"*

A voice echoed back in her head—*not hers, but still her*.

*"Yes. I am...