I hit the ground hard.
Cold shoots up my spine as the impact rattles every bone in my body. The surface beneath me is not earth. It feels like stone stripped of life, stone polished by something ancient and cruel. My cheek presses against it and I feel nothing. No warmth. No pulse of the world. No familiar hum of pack territory.
Just cold.
Lifeless.
Silent.
My breath slips out of me in a trembling exhale. I blink, trying to bring the world into focus, but the air around us is thick and strange. It tastes like moonlight the moment before it dies.
Adam hits the ground a second later. He lands on his hands and knees, the force knocking dust into the air. He steadies himself, shoulders rising and falling as he drags in heavy breaths, and then he turns toward me instantly, panic bleeding
