(Olivia's POV)
The air hung thick with tension as Sarah and I crouched low in the underbrush, the faint scent of damp moss swirling around us. The ruins of the ancient temple loomed ahead—nothing more than faded stone formations worn by time, their faint symbols of old wolf lore barely visible under the pale moonlight. The night was silent save for the occasional rustle of leaves, making every shift of movement feel loud in comparison.
Sarah touched my arm lightly. "You hear anything?"
I focused, letting Cora's heightened senses sharpen my surroundings. Every whisper of sound became magnified—the flutter of a night bird, the distant crackling of broken twigs. And then I heard them.
Lily's faint voice floated through the air like silk brushed against steel. Her signature sweet tone was
