Opening my eyes, I was met — nose to snout — with a giant wolf.
Not just any wolf.
A massive, towering beast cloaked entirely in neon pink smoke, its fur glowing unnaturally, almost radioactive. The thick mist rolled off its body in slow, writhing tendrils, making the very air feel heavier, colder, as if I were breathing in her sorrow.
And beneath its massive snout, curled up like a discarded doll, was her —
Lila.
Her eyes were closed, her body unnervingly still, as if she were nothing but a husk trapped inside a dream.
Fear gnawed at me.
This wasn’t the Lila I’d seen in dreams.
This wasn’t the strong Luna.
This was something else — older, worn, fractured.
Remembering Jacob’s words — that I might be able to reach her — I fought against the trembling in my throat and screamed into
