Grace POV

Ethan is beside me instantly, following Mikey's pointing finger. "What kind of energy?" he asks.

"Dark," Mikey says, his small face scrunched with concentration. "But... sleeping. Like the bad dreams, but quiet now."

A chill runs through me. Residual dark energy from the Shadow Pack battle. Corruption that deep doesn't simply vanish—it lingers.

"Glow," I call out, and he's already moving toward us. "We need to ...