{IRIS}
She was enormous—far larger than any creature that should exist outside legend or nightmare. Her fur shone like fresh snow beneath moonlight, pristine yet fierce, and her form radiated both strength and sorrow.
The chains wrapped around her limbs, her torso, even her throat, yet she did not thrash or snarl. She lay still, regal even in captivity, her breath slow and heavy.
I could not move.
My heart thundered in my chest, awe and grief tangling so tightly that I could scarcely tell them apart.
My voice, when it finally found me, emerged as little more than a whisper.
"Are you… my wolf?"
The words trembled, fragile as glass.
At the sound of my voice, the wolf stirred.
Her massive body shifted, muscles rippling beneath luminous fur. The chains responded at once, tightening with a low, resonant hum, as though warning her not to wake fully. Still, she lifted her head.
Her eyes opened.
