**ADAM’S POV**
The silence hits so hard that it feels like the world stops breathing with her.
One moment Addison is writhing under the pressure of her own awakening power. The next, everything falls still. No rustle of leaves. No breath of wind. No heartbeat that I can hear from her chest. My senses stretch instinctively, reaching for her pulse, for her warmth, for anything that tells me she is still alive.
There is nothing.
Not a breath. Not a tremor.
She kneels in the dirt, arms limp at her sides, head tilted slightly down. The silver glow beneath her skin flickers once, then fades. Her hair falls forward, covering part of her face. I step closer, unable to stop myself, unable to accept what my wolf is screaming at me.
This cannot be happening.
“Addison,” I breathe. My voice feel
