Freya's POV
Standing amid the whirling emptiness, the figure's shape alternated between solid and smoke. It wasn't entirely spirit, nor was it a wolf. It was something tremendous, something old, something in the middle.
It moved forward. The air grew so frigid I could feel my breath, and the ground shook beneath us. My ears throbbed with my heartbeat.
Then it spoke something.
"Freya."
I tensed up. Instead of coming from its mouth, the sound came from deep within my chest and into my thoughts. It sent a chill through me.
Finnick stepped ahead of me, obstructing my way. "Remain back," he snarled at the animal. He stood stiffly, his fingers firmly clutching his blade.
The figure didn't even glance at him. If it possessed eyes, its shifting gaze was fixed on me.
It questioned, "Do you not remember?"
I took a deep breath. "Do you recall what?"