One second I’m weightless, floating in warmth, the next I’m dragged upward too fast, lungs aching, heartbeat pounding like it’s trying to punch its way out of my chest. My eyes snap open on instinct.
The ceiling above me is familiar—smooth oak, carved with soft spirals that catch the light. But the glow in the room… it’s wrong. Too bright. Too alive. The runes etched along the walls are pulsing gently, like they’re breathing in time with me.
That’s not normal.
My mouth is dry. My head throbs. My hands feel heavy, like I’ve been carrying something impossible.
For a moment, I don’t remember falling.
Then the memory slams into me like a fist—
The hall.
The Supremes.
The Triplet Kings.
The wards screaming.
My wolf tearing inside me.
And then—
Darkness.
I sit up fast. Mistake. Pain
