Emma
For a second, I thought the voice was an echo.
Welcome to the pack.
Except it didn’t come from outside—from a mouth, or a direction. It came from inside, sliding through my mind as if someone had opened a door I hadn’t known was there.
Panic flared.
What—?
Emma. Lucian’s voice again, calm and steady, wrapping around my name. Breathe. It’s just me.
Everything was too much. The snow was no longer white; it was a thousand shades of pale and shadow. Every tree had its own distinct scent. I could hear the distant crackle of ice, the rustle of something small tunneling under the surface, the slow, powerful thump of Lucian’s heart.
Concentrate on speaking with me, he said. Reach through the link and you’ll be able to answer.
Reach for… what, exactly?
Still, I tried.
I focused on h
