Eve’s POV
Every step we took seemed to bounce against the bones of Blackthorn, Malik and I moved carefully with our senses heightened, ears straining for the slightest sound. The silver markings on my arms and neck pulsed faintly, a rhythm that matched my heartbeat, reminding me that the power within me was awake, ready to fight.
“We need to split the perimeter,” Malik whispered, voice tight. “the curse could strike from multiple angles.”
I nodded, tension coiling in my stomach. “Right. But… how do we even know where it will hit first?”
He shook his head. “We don’t, but we can feel it, Eve. That’s why your power… it’s the key. We follow it.”
I exhaled slowly, letting my instincts take over. My wolf stirred beneath my skin. The silver fur that had begun to appear during my last full
