The moment the scout’s body hit the ground, something cracked open inside my head. Not pain at first. More like a pressure change, the kind you feel before a storm hits. The mark on my palm pulsed once, twice, then burned bright enough that I almost dropped to my knees. The silver dust spilling from the man’s mouth rose like smoke, twisting into shapes that made no sense until they made too much sense.
Eyes. Not human. Not wolven. Something in between.
I blinked, but the smoke blinked back.
Nathan grabbed my wrist. His voice sounded like it was underwater.
“Margot, do not look at it.”
Too late. The smoke shot forward and wrapped around my head like hands. Not real hands. Worse. Cold. Thin. Curious. My nails dug into my own scalp as I stumbled.
Felix shouted my name, but it was fading
