Dennis’s voice was calm, dangerous. “It’s not just a skinwalker. It’s been feeding, growing stronger. This blood moon… it’s amplifying it.”
The creature hissed, crouching like a predator. “I don’t need permission, Alpha. I only need her.”
My chest tightened. I barely noticed Asher shift forward, muscles coiling. His wolf was ready to protect, to attack, to destroy anything that dared move toward me.
And then the blood moon flared brighter. The red light washed over the yard, shadows deepening, the skinwalker pausing mid-step, its head tilting toward the sky. Its power visibly grew, and I felt it pulse through the ground beneath our feet, through my bones, and even into the air itself.
Petra shouted, “Stay back! Don’t give it fear! That’s how it grows stronger!”
I pressed against Asher
