Mia
The house where we were in was alive with tension, the air humming with something ancient, something primal, as though the earth itself knew what was about to happen. My heart pounded against my ribs, not from fear of the twins, or even Daisy, but from the war inside me… the push and pull of something begging to be set free.
Frynn’s eyes never left Daisy's, molten gold in the dim light. Shift, Daisy, his voice whispered into my mind, though his lips never moved. Don’t fight it this time. Let her out.
He was talking to his sister but I could hear it and I looked at him wanting to make sure that he wasn't moving his lips.
I swallowed hard, the weight of expectation pressing on my chest. Three hundred years. That’s what they had said. No one had seen a silver wolf in three centuries,
