It had only been a few minutes since I crossed through the portal, but I already felt like a ghost in someone else's world.
The air was colder here, sharper, and not just in temperature—but in feel. No scents to track, no whispers of wolves in the wind. Just fumes, concrete, and strange, bitter smells I couldn't place. Even my hearing—usually sharp and keen—felt muted. Like my senses were being wrapped in cotton.
The human world.
It was supposed to be my birthright once, wasn't it?
I took a few shaky steps toward the glowing streetlight and stopped at the edge of a wide, black road. Cars whizzed past, their lights blinding, their speed shocking. I flinched and stepped back. These things moved faster than horses. They growled louder than wolves.
A group of people passed me on the opposite sidewalk—two women and a man. They were dressed in strange clothing, holding phones that glowed in their hands, laughing loudly. They didn't even glance at me.
I swallowed hard.
