The wind howled in the trees, making Scarlett's heart heavy with a bad feeling. There she was, back at the sanctuary's edge, staring into the thick forest, her mind racing. That voice, the one that had bugged her for ages, was clearer now—and pushier. She could feel it, that pull, like something tugging at her core, urging her toward something she didn't get.
They had taken care of the rogue wolves for now, but they were just a sign of something bigger and darker. The storm inside her had calmed a bit after the fight, but it was still there, waiting to explode. She had thought she could handle it, keep it in check. But with each fight, each surge of magic, she felt herself losing control a little more.
She gasped as a shadow moved in the distance—someone coming out of the trees. Scarlett
