CHAPTER 55: At Last

-=Martina's Point of View=-

"What the..."

The first thing I noticed when I woke up that morning was how filthy my hands were, and when I checked my whole body, it became clear how filthy I looked, followed by aches all over my body, and it didn't take long for me to remember what happened last night.

I couldn't believe I'd survived the terrifying experience with the wolf pack—a brush with death that had left me frightened to my core. As I focused on the pure dread of that moment, a vision of a massive, majestic white wolf began to form in my imagination. Its presence loomed enormous, as though imprinted deep within my brain, a symbol of the wild power that had saved my life.

My mind emerged from the shroud of tiredness after an invigorating sleep, allowing me to recall certain vital information about the fascinating white wolf that had previously passed through my memory. With my clarity returned, the encounter's parts began to weave together, revealing small details and depths that