[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#663399]Annika Falling Star[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://img.wattpad.com/efbd2e8130db317bc791e1e9420fbe0c66db9b3b/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f62365f4e6e584f563745493254773d3d2d3334343134343736332e313438663064306533636165343865363632383634343039373839362e676966[/img][hr][b][color=#663399]Location:[/color][/b]  Limbo
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	Lightning continued to flash around them as they walked, seemingly unable to connect with anything. Annika’s hands came into focus during one flash, but they weren’t hers. The paws had returned, but with the next flash, they were gone again. Annika flipped her hands over and back, blinking rapidly. Was that simply a trick of the light or something more?

	Wolves were aplenty in her home. She had always found them to be gentle creatures, holding the soul of the world within their very eyes. Their pack dynamics were fascinating. Her people had learned how to hunt by watching the way wolves did; however, whatever she had turned into was nothing like the wolf.

	Annika didn’t realize they had reached the castle until she stumbled into someone. She looked up to see the older woman. Annika’s eyes widened, and she bowed her head, apologising profusely.

	[color=#663399]”I am sorry for my carelessness, Grandmother,”[/color] she said respectively.