"Move out," Kade commands. His voice carries across the courtyard, ringing with absolute authority.
We march toward the northern perimeter. With every step, the temperature drops. The frost crunches beneath our boots. The air grows thin, making it hard to breathe. The psychic pressure of the Void begins to build, a heavy, suffocating blanket of nothingness that presses against my mind.
I immediately open the quiet room in my mind, pulling Elara’s consciousness into the cedar cabin with me. Stay in the cabin, baby, I tell her. Don't look at the cold thing until we tell you to.
Okay, Mama, she replies, her mental voice bright and clear. I’m building a fire.
We reach the edge of the territory.
The Void is waiting.
It is massive, a towering wall of negative light that blots out the sky.
