I couldn’t answer.
I was crying.
Because I wasn’t sure if what I had seen was real.
He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight as I trembled against his chest.
“You’re okay,” he whispered. “I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”
I clutched his shirt. My voice was barely a whisper. “They were real. The wolves. The voices. They pulled me.”
He pulled back just enough to look at me. “What do you mean?”
“There were spirits,” I said shakily. “Wolves. Dead wolves. They spoke to me. They called me the daughter of the fallen. They said… I wasn’t welcome.”
Rylan’s brows furrowed, his jaw clenching. “I didn’t see anything. Just you falling.”
“I didn’t fall,” I said quickly. “They grabbed me. They wanted to pull me under. They wanted me dead.”
He looked down at my ankle, where faint red marks
