I bolt upright in bed, drenched in cold sweat, chest heaving like I’ve run for miles.
“Please let it just be a dream. Goddess, please.”
The words tear out of me, but I already know they’re useless. She’s gone. I feel it deep in my bones, in my soul. That was no dream.
I snatch my phone from the bedside table and send out a pack alert. I don’t know exactly what we’re facing, but I know this—we’ll need every wolf if we’re going to get Eden back.
I bolt from the pack house, legs pumping, lungs burning. Sam stumbles out of his cabin half-dressed, confusion written across his face.
“What’s going on?” he calls, but I don’t waste the breath to answer. I keep running. He sees the fury in my stride and falls in behind me without another word.
By the time I reach Oliver’s cabin, the rage boili
