Chapter 101 The Scent of What WasLost

　　Caitlyn’s POV 　　I felt the weight of a thousand moments press against me as I slowly opened my eyes. The starlight surrounding me had no end. It was as though the night had swallowed me whole, yet here I was, floating in the glow of something impossible. A place so quiet, so still, I wondered if it had ever known time. It was beautiful in a way that felt both foreign and strangely familiar—like a memory that danced just out of reach. 　　The air, thick with the scent of flowers that were not flowers, shifted with every breath I took. My body felt lighter, as if I had shed the weight of the world, but there was something missing—a gnawing emptiness deep within. My wolf, once fierce and wild, was quiet, like a shadow that had vanished into the dark corners of my soul. I couldn’t feel her. The connection had frayed, as if a part of me had been ripped away and left behind. 　　I tried to move, my limbs slow and unsteady, as though I had forgotten the art of walking. The starlight beneath me