James's POV
It all started about a month ago. One day, I was training in the woods, perfecting my form, feeling the raw power of Diz, my wolf, surging through me. The next, I felt like a shadow of myself. My once powerful body felt frail, my movements sluggish, and Diz's voice in my mind became a faint whisper. Now, every command Emily gives me feels like a chain tightening around my neck, and no matter how much I fight, I can't break free.
I'm sitting in the forest clearing, trying to summon Diz. My frustration grows as I repeatedly call out to him, but he doesn't respond.
"Diz, where are you? I need you, buddy," I mutter, my voice echoing in the stillness of the forest. I feel a twinge of fear—Diz has never ignored me like this before.
Suddenly, I hear rustling behind me. I turn to see Emily approaching, her eyes gleaming with a mix of concern and something else I can't quite place.