Ember Frost’s POV

The feeling was wrong in a way I couldn’t explain.

It wasn’t just that something was missing. It was that I knew it was missing, and yet every time I reached for it, my thoughts slipped right through empty space. The harder I tried to remember, the less certain I became. Even the awareness of forgetting felt unstable, like my mind was being wiped over and over before anything could settle.

I heard the word "wolf" spoken aloud.

I repeated it silently, letter by ...