ng to visit her grave one last time. I was dying, a

t to Silvercrown Tower

mmissioned two carved obsidian wolf totems. They were soul anchors

ensuring our souls would alwa

He said the little wolf figurine looked exactly like me-stubborn a

w it away like garbage. It was a gift from my mothe

y nosebleed from that morning. Seeing me, he tossed his phone as

spot where my obsidian to

"Where is