Dylan’s p.o.v.
The fire inside me churned, relentless, and consuming. It twisted my thoughts into something unrecognizable, turning every glance Chloe sent my way into fuel for the storm raging in my chest. My wolf growled in my mind, not just restless but enraged, snarling for control in a way that wasn’t natural.
Ahead, Chloe crouched low, examining a faint trail of tracks in the damp earth. I caught the subtle scrunch of her brow, the way she tilted her head as if pulling secrets from the ground. She was always like this—methodical, infuriatingly focused, oblivious to the chaos she left in her wake.
But that necklace. Serene’s gift. It clung to me like a curse, its icy weight against my skin growing heavier with each passing hour. There was something unnatural about it, something cla
