I entered the room, obeying Quanah and Peta’s orders. The two wolves, so similar physically but so different in every other way.
Their words wouldn’t leave my head. The creature had a devotion to me, but how did it know me? And why order my child’s death? If it only wanted my power, why not kill me like it did the witches of the past?
I thought conjuring would make everything clearer, that things would make sense. But everything was even more confusing, with even fewer answers.
I looked at the bed, still wet from the madness and the dream. Had I done that? Or was it the creature? The other Bridget was already dead, only able to contact me through dreams because she was my ancestor. But him—how did he get into my dream?
My thoughts spiraled, questions surging like waves. The more I lear
