The sphere rolled across the dirt and flared white the moment it stopped.
The light shot outward in a sharp burst that seared across my vision. The air trembled. Wolves screamed. Not shouted. Not yelled. Screamed. Pain tore through the pack like a wave, dropping bodies across the field. The sound hit me in the chest so hard I could not breathe.
Jack and Beau both dropped to their knees beside me, gasping, their wolves fighting the surge clawing at their spines. Their hands found me even as they struggled to stay upright.
Behind us, wolves writhed on the ground, claws digging trenches in the dirt as the signal slammed into them again. Their cries tore through the open air, shredding any illusion that the situation was still under control.
Theo roared, “Melody, what have you done.”
Melo
