By the time we get home, my nerves are still buzzing from the spark in the truck and the shadow in the woods. I don’t tell Noah or Emily what I saw. Not yet. I need to be sure. I need to understand it first. And I need to work. Because tomorrow is Halloween. My birthday. The full moon. And the night everything changes.
I head straight for the dining room table where Liam has left out the spellbooks we’ve been studying. Tracking spells. Bloodline magic. Wards. Anything that might help us find my mother and Drake.
I sit down, flipping open the book to the page we marked last night. A tracking spell that uses emotional resonance. It’s risky. It’s advanced. And it’s the only thing we haven’t tried yet.
My magic hums under my skin, eager, restless, almost too strong. I take a deep breath and
