CHLOE
The return to the pack house was somber. The events in the clearing hung over us like a storm cloud, and while we had escaped with our lives, the ominous words of the shadow figure refused to leave my mind.
“You hold the power to end this, girl… But power comes with sacrifice.”
Adrian walked a step ahead of me, his posture stiff, his shoulders squared with tension. He hadn’t said a word since he caught me as I collapsed. His silence was louder than any reprimand he could have spoken. The others weren’t much better. Sariah remained quiet, an unusual occurrence for the sharp-tongued witch. Even Kain, who was usually quick with a sarcastic comment, was unnervingly subdued.
As we approached the pack house, the familiar warmth of its lights spilling through the windows did little to e
