***Crystals POV***
~The Same Night~
The walls of her room breathed. At least, that’s what it felt like.
Crystal sat curled against the corner of the bed, knees tucked to her chest, eyes scanning the faint glow of the wards etched into the stone. They pulsed faintly, weaker than before—like cracks spiderwebbing through glass.
Her chest tightened. It wasn’t just her imagination. Something was pressing in, something that hummed like a low note beneath her skin.
"Bree?" she whispered inwardly.
Her wolf stirred, a sharp rush of cold wind through her veins. "I feel it too."
Crystal pressed her palms to her temples. The sensation wasn’t like the steady wards that had been holding her—this was different. Heavier. Like an echo reverberating through the bones of the pack house. And beneath it
