The echo of Kael’s voice lingered in the void like a scar that refused to heal.
"Now I remember."
It shouldn’t have felt like a knife, but it did. Not because of what he remembered—Seren didn’t even know what that was yet—but because the words were not spoken to her. They were spoken to something else. To someone else.
The place where Kael had stood was no longer a space but an absence, a jagged wound in reality. The shadow’s form still pulsed there, its edges bleeding darkness into the air. Seren’s wolf instincts snarled for her to leap forward, to tear through whatever had stolen him—but her human mind froze. This wasn’t something she could claw. This was something older. Deeper.
The twins inside her stirred, not in distress, but in a strange, rhythmic pulse. It wasn’t fear—it was al
