SCARLETT
The howl rose againl ow, deliberate, almost…human.
It rippled across the pale morning sky, threading through the trees like a question I didn’t know how to answer. The mark on my shoulder throbbed in response, no longer a simple burn but a heartbeat that pulsed with each echo.
Kael’s flame flickered to life in his palm. “That isn’t any wolf I’ve ever heard.”
Darius’s lightning snapped against the damp air. “Nor any storm-born creature. It feels…intelligent.”
Lucien’s shadows stretched outward like curious fingers, tasting the breeze. His dark eyes narrowed. “Something’s calling you.”
A shiver traveled down my spine. “Me?”
Lucien nodded once. “The bond recognizes it.”
We started down the ridge, dawn light painting the world in ghostly silver. After the fury of the Hollow H
