Zoe POV

I get to my feet too fast. The dizziness comes back in a wave and I push through it—I don't have time for it—and I plant my feet and reach for Iris and ask for what I need. The shift. The wolf. The form that would make the metal door in front of us a manageable problem rather than an absolute one.

Nothing happens.

My body stays exactly as it is. I reach harder, the way you press against a door that isn't opening, and there's still nothing—no response, no ...