They left and the images disappeared but I could still see Juniper in my mind. Unconscious. Vulnerable. One word from these monsters and she'd die.
I couldn't let that happen. But I also couldn't become their puppet. Couldn't betray everything I'd fought for.
There had to be a third option. A way out I wasn't seeing.
I closed my eyes and reached inward, past the silver runes, past the magical suppression, searching for that connection to my wolf. She was there, buried deep, but still present. Still fighting.
"I need you," I whispered. "I need your strength. Your wisdom. Help me find a way out of this."
My wolf stirred. Not enough to break free but enough to send me images. Memories. My mother standing in a circle of light, her hands glowing as she healed dozens of wolves at once. My f
