Snow falls in thick, silent flakes.
Footprints vanish almost as soon as they form.
The world is white, cold, waiting.
A corrupt cop emerges, slow, deliberate.
Eyes sharp, hand twitching near his weapon.
GHOST locks eyes with him.
Teeth bared.
Growl low, primal.
The cop steps closer.
GHOST does not retreat.
He edges forward,
every inch a declaration.
The spirit of the wolf takes over.
Mind, body, soul—one with instinct.
Energy crackles through the air.
These were the dreams I dreamed.
Daring escapes, impossible feats.
Trinity and Jamie did too.
And now, in the snow, courage isn’t a choice.
It’s survival. It’s love. It’s wolf.
