I inhale deeply through my nose. “You waded through it?”
“I had to. Zane was dying.” Her voice drops. “The mist was so thick I could barely see. But I could smell the blood, hear him breathing. I just… I had to reach him.”
“Fuck.” The word comes out harsh. My mind races through the implications. “That mist—it’s not normal magic. My wolf can sense it’s wrong. Dangerous.”
“What is it?”
“I don’t know yet.” I stand and move to the bathroom, where I fill a glass with water at the sink. “But it’s obvious you’ve entered that forest more times than you know. That mist is doing something to you, Selene. Controlling you somehow.”
She shivers despite the warmth of the room.
A thought occurs to me, and I stop halfway back to the bed. “Wait. You talked about the mist just now.”
“Yes.”
“When we
