The old barn stood like a silent guardian against the encroaching night, its weathered wood glowing softly in the fading light. Melody couldn’t sleep; the battle scene with Frederik replayed in her mind, especially when they spun together, releasing a surge of energy.
What was that? she asked Serenity.
Power, Serenity replied.
You’re hiding something from me, wolf, Melody scowled.
Maybe. You need to talk to Frederik, Serenity responded calmly.
What is wrong with you? No swooning? No silly remarks? No scolding? Melody paced back and forth, trying to make sense of the energy surge and her wolf’s uncharacteristic behavior. The tension in her body matched the tension in her mind, her muscles tight, her breathing shallow.
Through the gaps in the walls, thin beams of sunset streamed in, ca
