The crack in the earth kept spreading long after the shadow vanished.
Thin lines of faint white light crawled through the soil like veins, branching under the dirt in jagged patterns. Every wolf in the field went silent, ears up, noses flaring. I felt the shift in the ground like a pulse beneath my boots. My wolf pushed against my ribs, restless.
Sophie was the first to move. She dropped to her knees beside the largest fracture and scraped her fingers lightly over the soil.
A smear of silver black residue glimmered under her touch.
She inhaled sharply. “This is not physical.”
Theo crouched beside her. “Then what is it?”
“A psychic anchor,” she said. Her voice had that low tone she only used when something was extraordinarily bad and she was trying not to alarm the entire pack.
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