The whisper slid through the crawl space again. Cold. Soft. Too close.
My entire body went still.
A breath caught in my throat. My wolf slammed against the inside of my ribs like she wanted to tear the sound apart with her teeth.
Before I could even react properly, Beau grabbed my arm and yanked me backward from the opening. His grip was iron hard. His body blocked the crawl space entirely, a wall of heat and fury.
“Do not go in when he is speaking,” he growled. His voice shook with the effort to stay human.
I opened my mouth to argue.
Then the whisper faded.
Not gone. Just dissolving into the stone and metal around us like oil sinking into water.
What it left behind made my skin crawl. A psychic echo. Sharp. Thin. Like someone had dragged icy claws across the inside of my mind and
