The figure paused in the clearing, moonlight glinting off something metallic in their hand. Even from a distance, I could feel the intensity radiating off them. The wolf in front of us stiffened, hackles rising along its spine, but it didn’t charge. Instead, it growled low, a rumble that seemed to resonate with the earth itself, vibrating through my chest in a way that made my teeth ache.
Then the pulse hit me in my mind again, urgent, insistent: Recognize. Know. Protect. My stomach tightened as though the warning itself had substance, heavy and pressing.
I glanced at Asher, whose eyes mirrored my tension. His hand hovered over the hilt of his knife, muscles taut beneath his skin. “Trinny… what the hell is it?” He whispered, voice tight.
“I don’t know yet.” I admitted, swallowing hard.
