** Remy’s POV **

Dawn creeps in slowly. The forest outside the Midnight Pack’s border hums with life again, birds calling, wind shifting through the trees, but it’s wrong. Too quiet in the places that should be loud, too still where the world should move.

I haven’t slept. None of us really have, but I didn’t even try. Every time I close my eyes, I see it… the flash of gold and silver light ripping through the clearing, the smell of burning air, the way my lungs filled again when I ...