Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Seven: A Gift Shared, A Path Revealed

Warmth surrounded me. A deep, all-consuming warmth.

I felt like I was floating, weightless in a space that wasn't my own, cradled by something unseen yet familiar. A presence lingered—vast, powerful, and ancient. It wasn't suffocating or frightening. No, it was steady, almost expectant, as if it had been waiting.

I turned toward it, my steps light as if I were walking on air. A soft, radiant glow pulsed in the distance, growing brighter with every step. Beautiful flowers of different shades of purple all around leading towards a path.

My breath caught as I realized it wasn't just light—it was him.

The Beast God.

I knew it in my soul. Even though I had never seen him before, I could feel him. Calling me. Pulling me forward.

I took another step. And another. The brightness intensified, flooding my senses with pure white light. My heart pounded, anticipation thrumming through my veins. I was so close.

So close to—Suddenly, darkness wrapped around my vision.

A veil.

My breath hitched as the radiant light was blocked from my sight, stolen from me at the very last second. I gasped, trying to push through, to reach for it—

But then, I woke up. My eyes fluttered open to the dim glow of a morning sun peeking through an unfamiliar ceiling. For a moment, I just laid there, staring up, my heart still racing from the dream.

The call had been so strong this time. I had felt him—felt him. And yet, something had kept me from truly seeing him. Why? Had I waited too long? Ignored the signs longer than I should have?

A sigh slipped past my lips as I ran a hand over my face. I knew I had been delaying it, telling myself there would be time later to seek him out. But deep down, I had always known that time wasn't infinite.

I have to go to him soon.

As I exhaled slowly, my fingers absently ran through something soft. My brows furrowed as I glanced down, my hand tangled in the thick, familiar white-striped fur of Winston's beast form.

I smiled softly, comforted by the sensation.

But then, I turned my head to the left—And instead of Winston, I was met with Gabriel. His golden eyes locked onto mine, intense yet warm. His massive form was relaxed beside me, but his gaze held something deeper—something that sent a shiver through me.

Then, he chuffed. A low, deep sound that vibrated through my skull, massaging my brain with the kind of sensation that made me melt into the bed. A shudder rolled down my spine at the pleasant buzz it left behind, and I exhaled without realizing I had been holding my breath.

He was unfair.

As if sensing my dazed state, Gabriel stretched and began morphing, shifting seamlessly into his human form. Before I could even process it, he scooped me up, lifting me effortlessly and settling me into his lap.

Winston stirred at the movement, his own form shifting back as he sat up beside us.

Their eyes—Gabriel's deep gold, Winston's icy silver one—searched me carefully, their gazes unwavering.

"How do you feel?" Winston asked first, his voice steady but laced with concern.

"Are you alright?" Gabriel added, his fingers tracing soft circles along my back.

I blinked at them, still half in a daze, still trying to shake the remnants of my dream. Something felt off. Something—Then it hit me. This isn't home.