I could feel it, the underlying unease that had woven itself into the fabric of our lives since Elijah’s return—and now, since the witches had made their presence known.
I still couldn’t shake the memory of the witch’s voice, soft but laced with power: You don’t have a choice. The power inside you is not something you can control on your own. If you don’t learn to harness it, it will consume you.
The idea of being consumed by the darkness inside me was terrifying. Yet at the same time, I couldn’t deny the way that power pulsed beneath my skin, how it made me feel alive in a way I hadn’t before. It was a delicate balance—one I wasn’t sure I could maintain for long.
I found Gareth near the edge of the clearing, standing with a few other wolves who had slowly begun to align themselves with
