ELLIE’S POV
As I walked slowly and carefully, the forest floor soft beneath my boots, every snapped twig beneathfoot sending a jolt through me like a blade drawn too close to the skin. The night air pressed heavy against me, thick with the weight of what I had just witnessed. The events at Moonshade still clung to my skin, refusing to loosen their grip, every breath I drew tainted with the memory of Wesley’s cruelty.
The beaten Omega.
The trembling pack, cowed into silence.
The fear etched so deep into their eyes it felt carved into their very bones.
It all burned in me like fire, a fire that would not go out.
Then it came.
A voice. Not a voice spoken aloud, not something carried on the wind. It was threaded directly through my mind, intimate and inescapable, brushing the edges of t
