“Oh my God.”
Kara surged forward violently beneath my skin.
Too early.
Way too early.
Alaric moved closer instinctively beside Owen, like he was already bracing for my reaction.
Ella’s voice came out soft when she finally spoke again.
Except it didn’t sound entirely like Ella anymore.
Not deeper.
Not older exactly.
Just… steadier.
Calmer.
Like another presence rested quietly beneath the words.
“My wolf,” she whispered softly. “Her name is Cami.”
I covered my mouth quickly.
Ella’s expression changed instantly at that.
Worry.
Still my baby.
Still Ella beneath all this impossible magic.
“I’m okay,” I managed quickly, even while tears burned my eyes. “I just—”
I looked at Alaric helplessly.
“She’s too young.”
“I know.”
The quiet agony inside his voice told me exactly how
