The black light swallows Eidos, and the world goes silent.
Completely silent.
Even the wind stops breathing.
The surface of the Moon Maw churns like liquid shadow, spiraling deeper with every second Eidos disappears into its depths. The air around the chasm crackles with magic so unstable it feels like standing too close to lightning.
Jax grips my arm. Hazel whimpers under her breath. Zack mutters something that sounds like a prayer or a curse. None of us move at first. None of us speak.
Then a scream tears across the deadlands.
Not a human scream. A wolf scream.
Thousands of them. All at once.
The moon fractures again overhead, another fissure ripping across its surface like a wound tearing wider.
The sound drives itself straight through my ribs. My wolf arches inside me, frantic
