Leah Carter’s Point of View
“I can feel them,” Caleb whispered, his eyes glowing faintly in the first light of dawn. “I can hear them calling me.”
The words knifed through me. My hand, still on his shoulder, froze. “Who’s calling you?”
His gaze drifted toward the window, unfocused, as though the trees themselves whispered his name. “Wolves. Not just one… a hundred voices. They’re inside my head, Leah. They’re pulling at me.”
Panic clawed up my throat. I shook him lightly, desperate. “No. You’re here. With me. You’re not going anywhere.”
But he only squeezed his eyes shut, trembling. “It doesn’t stop. Even when I close my ears. Even when I…” He broke off with a strangled groan, clutching his temples like the sound was a physical weight.
Emma’s small fingers clutched at my sleeve. “Mom
