Crystal
I tossed and turned in my bed, the uneasy feeling persisting, rendering sleep an elusive commodity. The night was still, shrouded in an eerie quiet that seemed to amplify the disquiet within me. Just as I resigned myself to another restless night, a soft whisper echoed in the recesses of my mind, breaking the silence.
"Crystal," the voice gently called, a melodic cadence that resonated with an uncanny familiarity.
Startled, I sat up in bed, my eyes scanning the dimly lit room. "Who's there?" I questioned, the uncertainty in my voice betraying a mix of curiosity and trepidation.
The voice, now identified as Gigi, my wolf, responded with warmth. "It's me, Gigi. Your wolf, eagerly waiting for the day we become one."
The revelation sent shivers down my spine, a blend of awe and ex
