Lyla barely had time to react before the darkness swallowed her whole.

One second, she was standing among the ruins, the Marked Ones watching her with expectant silver eyes, and the pack still standing in stunned silence.

Then

Everything vanished.

She wasn’t falling.

She wasn’t standing.

She was floating in a void so absolute, so empty, that it made her stomach lurch.

Then came the whispers.

Soft at first.

Indistinct.

But soon, they grew louder.

Countless voices ...