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The moment her palm hit the bark, everything vanished from the clearing.
Avelora’s head snapped back, her eyes rolling into her head until only the whites showed. I lunged for her, catching her before her head hit the roots, but she was dead weight. Her skin was scorching, a fever so sudden it felt like she was burning from the inside out.
"Avelora! Drop the connection!" I growled, trying to pry her hand off the tree. It was stuck, as if it was held by a magnetic force
I couldn't break the connection without snapping her wrist.
Then, the air grew thicker.
The scent hit me, the smell of decaying wet fur and the unmistakable smell of a hunter. I stiffened, my own wolf clawing at the walls of my mind.
‘Let me out,’ he screamed.
I gritted my teeth, my vision blurring with a gol
