Deborah's POV

The spirit wolves bowed, their ghost-like bodies glowing in the moonlight. Deborah should have felt victorious, like she'd won. But instead, she felt a warning, a feeling that something was very wrong.

The air tasted metallic, like blood. Underneath the glowing wolves, shadows moved strangely, against the wind and everything natural.

The moon mark on her forehead glowed, hot and strong. Through its light, she saw what she hadn't noticed: the forest was too quiet.

No ...