The voice echoed in my skull long after the breeze stopped moving. My breath hitched. My heart hammered. Something inside me leaned toward the sound, toward the direction it came from, like an invisible hook had sunk into my aura.
I stumbled backward, catching myself on the porch railing. The world spun in slow, nauseating circles. The cold air did not help. It sharpened everything too much.
My wolf growled in my mind, pacing furiously. She wanted to run. She wanted to hide. She wanted to tear something’s throat out. A fun mix.
I clenched my jaw, straightened, and pushed myself through the door into the hallway. My legs felt like mismatched stilts. My vision wobbled like reality was a poorly calibrated camera. The psychic pull tugged again, harder this time, yanking at the center of my
