The moment the sphere whispered those words, everything shattered.
Wolves dropped around me like their strings had been cut. Warriors hit the ground, clutching their heads, claws scraping the dirt as they tried to fight something none of us could see. Their snarls twisted into pained whines that crawled under my skin like needles.
Jack dropped to one knee beside me, teeth bared, fighting the pull with sheer stubborn will. His wolf flickered in his eyes, gold bleeding through the brown. His breaths came sharp, angry, pained.
Beau staggered, swaying like he might fall too, but he locked his legs and held himself upright, jaw clenched so hard a vein in his neck stood out. He grabbed my arm with one hand and braced the ground with the other, trying to anchor himself.
The signal hit my spin
