“I am Nyx.”
I just sat there, frozen on my bed. The voice wasn’t in the room—it was in my head. My own head. My heart hammered, so loud I could barely think.
“Nyx?” I whispered.
“Yes.”
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I’d always known my wolf’s name. But I’d never actually heard her speak. Not even once.
“Where have you been?” I asked.
There was a long pause.
“Sleeping.”
“Why?”
“Because you weren’t ready.”
That stung. Ready for what? My forehead wrinkled, questions spinning.
Suddenly, everything changed. The darkness peeled away, and I was somewhere else—standing in the middle of fire.
All around me, flames roared. I gasped.
“Where am I?”
Nyx stayed silent. I turned in circles, searching. And then I saw her—a woman, racing through the fire. My heart nearly stopped.
“Mother?”
