It’s been two days since we got out of Iron Claw, and everyone else is trying to find some kind of normal, settling back into the cave house like nothing happened. But me? I’m a mess, stuck in my own head, unable to shake this feeling that’s been eating at me. Ever since Alexa, my wolf, said she felt a presence, it’s like something’s crawling under my skin, this heavy, twisting knot in my gut that says things are changing, or maybe they’ve already changed, and I’m just catching up. It’s not like anything I’ve felt before, and I can’t wrap my head around it, can’t find the words to explain it. I thought about telling Silvia—she’s been our rock, keeping us together—but every time I try to open my mouth, the words stick in my throat. It feels too big, too strange, like saying it out loud migh
