"Magic," Caspian said from the backseat, his voice unusually reverent. "Ancient magic. The kind that's supposed to be just legends now."
I glanced at him in the rearview mirror. "What do you know about it?"
"Only what I've read in the old pack histories." His eyes met mine briefly. "Magic tied to bloodlines, to the first werewolves. It was believed to have died out centuries ago."
"Well, clearly it didn't," Asher muttered, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as he took a sharp turn onto the forest road leading to the pack house.
Kyle leaned forward, his breath warm against my neck. "Are you okay? I can feel your exhaustion through the bond."
I nodded, though in truth, I felt like I might collapse at any moment. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving me drained in a way that went
