Tamara lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. It was 4 AM. Everyone else was asleep in the pack house. They'd stayed up late planning how to reach Theo. How purposely go into the shadow realm without dying. How to save a brother she never knew she had.
Smith's words kept spinning in her head. "This is dangerous. You could die. The shadow realm doesn't let go easily."
She felt like she was drowning. Her mom was dead. She had a twin brother stuck between worlds. Shadow wolves. The DSC wanted to capture her. And in two hours, they'd try something that might kill them all.
She needed air. She needed... normal. Just for an hour. Just to remember what it felt like to be regular Tamara, not the Bridge between worlds.
She slipped out of bed. Grabbed her old hoodie - the one from before everyt
