The rift had closed.
Zack was gone.
Lilly didn’t wait to process. Her wolf surged, muscles rippling, claws slicing grooves into the stone as she pushed forward. Sam and Ashly flanked her immediately, their bond tight, every movement in sync as if rehearsed for decades.
“Formation!” Sam barked, teeth gritted, voice shaking with barely-contained rage. “We go in as one! No stragglers!”
I mean, no one thought. There was no plan beyond one goal: get Zack back. Every other thought, every self-preservation instinct, was shoved aside.
Lilly’s POV
The air inside the rift was thick, vibrating with a power that wasn’t natural. Each step felt heavier, like the gravity itself was trying to push us back. Shadows moved around us, not casting light but absorbing it, slipping between shapes as if rea
