SIGRUN
Strangely, the magic didn't feel foreign. It felt like a dam breaking inside my own blood—an icy, searing power that had been asleep since the day I was born.
“The bloodline of the First Pack is broken without you, Little Witch,” the Direwolf rumbled, its ethereal voice vibrating in my bones. “You bind the beast to the soul. You are the Anchor. And they are coming to tear you from him.”
“Sigrun!”
A violent jolt shattered the vision.
The blinding expanse of starlight and frost evaporated, and I was violently slammed back into reality, gasping for air as if I had been drowning. The physical world rushed back in a dizzying, terrifying torrent—but the lazy, warm afterglow of our mating was completely gone. Everything had changed.
The air in the room was swirling with a fierce, unn
