The cabin door slams behind me, rattling the frame. My chest burns where Raven’s magic hit me, a raw, electric ache that refuses to fade. I grit my teeth and steady myself against the wall until the dizziness stops. Energy balls. From a girl who barely knows how to hold a spell. Unacceptable.
I pace the room, boots thudding against the warped floorboards. Emily escaped. Raven interfered. Noah was there. And the search‑and‑rescue team ruined everything.
My plans are unraveling. The Hallow needs souls, now, and I’m running out of time. Drake should have been taken weeks ago. Emily should have been next. But Drake is still alive. Still breathing. Still resisting. I slam my fist onto the table, candles toppling.
Delaney.
She has to be doing something. Twisting the spells. Weakening the rit
