SCARLETT
The world was a storm of silver light and choking shadow.
One heartbeat ago I stood in the throne room of the Hollow Sky; now I hung weightless in a void where gravity had no meaning. A thousand whispers circled like vultures, some familiar, some older than language.
Moonbane, Gate, Key, Ours.
The crescent mark on my shoulder burned like molten iron. My wolf remained silent, a door slammed shut. I reached for Kael’s fire, Darius’s storm, Lucien’s shadow anything but found only empty air.
Then the voices merged into a single, cold harmony.
“Three Alphas. One heart. Choose.”
A rush of wind, and suddenly they were there: Kael, Darius, and Lucien, each suspended in the void, each bound by shimmering chains of light. Their eyes locked on me three anchors in the madness.
