POV: Nixie
The world split open.
Pain, white and searing and merciless, tore through my chest, as if the claws raked from the inside out. My scream ripped the air but didn't sound human. It broke into a growl halfway through, thick and guttural, vibrating the ground beneath me.
My wolf.
She wasn't whispering anymore.
She was free.
She was-
awake.
The edges of my vision blurred, sharpening and warping all at once. Colors deepened to wild, impossible shades. Every leaf shimmered like it breathed. The forest roared with sound—every heartbeat, every shift of wind, every pulse of magic thrumming through the soil.
I felt everything.
The c***k of branches under Hunter’s boots.
The stutter of Trixie's failing heartbeat.
The whisper of Selene's magic weakening.
Heat rolled from my spin
