Lilly’s POV — Mid-Air Dive
The air wasn’t air anymore.
It was alive.
The second my boots left the jagged cliff-edge, reality fractured — no, folded — around me. Gravity stopped making sense. One heartbeat, I was plummeting straight down after Zack’s body; the next, I was spinning sideways into a sky that had no ground beneath it. My wolf, Storm, roared in my head, anchoring me to one unshakable truth:
Follow him.
The wind screamed in my ears, but it wasn’t just wind — it was voices, whispers in a language that scraped like claws down my spine. Dark tendrils lashed from the rift walls, each tipped with burning violet runes. One coiled around my ankle mid-fall, jerking me sideways into the mouth of a shadow.
Not this time.
I twisted, my claws ripping through it, sparks of magic burnin
