Though my vantage point was safe, I forced myself to remain alert. The significance of this place… I couldn’t forget Marcus had once defended this very spot from overwhelming odds. Even now, the ground carried the memory of battle and blood.
Movement caught my eye.
Two wolves from the rival pack flanked the area from the side. Their approach was slow, calculated, and unnoticed by the others.
Every instinct in me screamed to call out to Marcus, to warn him. But his prior warning echoed in my head—to trust my position, to act only when certain.
I panicked. My mind raced. My grip on the ceremonial charms tightened until something unexpected stirred within me.
A silvery mist began to pour from my fingertips. The shock rendered me momentarily still. Where was it coming from? How was I
