Draven caught me before I hit the ground.
"Lila."
The pain in my wrist eased just enough for me to breathe.
The black lines branching across the circle dimmed, but they didn't disappear.
They never disappeared anymore.
"I heard it," I whispered.
Draven searched my face.
"What did it say?"
I swallowed hard.
"It found me."
Silence settled over the courtyard.
No one asked what I meant.
No one needed to.
Every wolf had watched the mark split.
Every wolf had felt the cold wind rise beneath the packhouse when the torches died.
Mara exchanged a look with Voss.
"If the seal isn't at the ridge anymore..."
Voss finished quietly,
"...then the Hollow no longer needs the ridge."
My stomach tightened.
Draven shook his head.
"No."
Voss met his eyes.
"It has another anchor."
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