It started as a whisper. Then everything shifted.
Suddenly, I wasn’t in my bed anymore.
I wasn’t in Black Oak.
I was somewhere else.
The ground beneath me was cold. My feet were bare. The sky above was pitch black and too close. And around me—a ring of cloaked figures.
Their faces were hidden. Their heads bowed. Their mouths moved in eerie synchronicity, chanting in an ancient language that echoed through the space like wind through a crypt.
I didn’t know the language.
But I understood every word.
They were binding her.
They were trying to put Luna to sleep.
My wolf was snarling inside me, howling in protest, clawing at the walls of whatever spell they were wrapping around her.
But she was fading.
I could feel it. Every second that passed, she grew weaker. Like they were siphon
