“You are not dying tonight,” she said again, firmer this time, eyes flashing with an authority that didn’t belong to a girl her age. “Do you hear me?”
The storm lashed her hair across her face, rain running down her jaw, but she held my gaze as though daring me to defy her.
I tried to rise anyway, pride forcing one last surge, but my arms buckled beneath me. She shoved me down again with more strength than her frame should have held. “Stubborn fool,” she hissed. “If death wants you, let it fight me first.” Her voice cracked, but her hands never did.
My wolf stirred weakly then, drawn to the strange heat in her touch. Not magic I knew, but a power older, softer”. The kind of power that heals rather than destroys. For the first time that night, my chest eased, the pain dulled, and the dar
