Scarlett’s POV

The air feels heavier today, charged in a way that tightens my chest and sets my teeth on edge. I can sense it before I even open my eyes—an urgency weaving through the pack, through the very stones beneath my feet. The ancestral energy hums differently, sharper and insistent, like a blade pressed against the fabric of reality.

I sit up in my room, blanket tangled around me, and close my eyes. The pulse in my veins syncs with the stones, and the vision comes unbidden. A flash ...