“Kill them.”
The command rolled through the fog from somewhere beyond the trees, distorted by distance and swallowed by the thick mist, but it barely reached him. His focus stayed fixed on the place where Aiden had vanished, his body locked in place while his mind dragged him back through every moment with relentless clarity, replaying Brian’s grip tightening on the rope, the instant the wolfsbane weakened her, and the way her body faltered even while she fought to stay upright, until the final image burned through everything else—the moment she had turned her head before the fog took her completely.
She had looked back at him, and there had been trust in that look.
It tore something open inside him.
Silver rose with it, not in chaos, not in blind reaction, but with a controlled certai
