GRACE POV
The moment Hakira settled inside me, aligned, synced, whatever the hell wolves called this, everything sharpened. Not like a dramatic power-up in a comic book, more like someone finally took the blanket off my senses. The cave stopped being a blur of darkness and panic and suddenly became a place with edges, details, vibrations. It wasn’t comfortable. It wasn’t empowering. It was just clear.
Clear enough to notice the worm lunging again.
Clear enough to hear Sarah scream my name.
And clear enough, freaking clear enough, to catch Timothy muttering something that might have been a spell or might have been him begging whatever half-interested gods he worshiped not to let him die in a cave. Not that I knew the language he was speaking. But I got the flow, you know what I mean.
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