EZEKIEL
It feels like I'm being ripped from my own skin, like every bone is being unstrung from its joints. For a moment, there is only darkness, a vast void where even my Alpha senses can't find purchase. I fall, weightless, through shadows that stretch like liquid silk and the whispers of the witches still echo in my skull. Then, impact.
Am I... already in her world?
My eyes flutter open, adjusting to a soft, warm light. The first thing I see is a plain wooden door. I blink, taking in my surroundings. Instead of the battlefield I'd braced for, I'm standing barefoot on cold tile. The smell of lavender soap and something citrusy lingers in the small space. A serene, creamy light glows above me, reflecting off a spotless mirror.
I'm... in a bathroom? I look at the white tiles, then the
