Mag-log inAlanza’s POV
"If you ever need me, child, just light a candle and say my name. I will hear you."
The memory of her voice dragged me out of a restless sleep. I sat bolt upright, my lungs burning as if I’d been running for miles. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that made my skin itch. The dream felt less like a fantasy and more like a summons, the phantom scent of old incense still clinging to the back of my throat.
At the foot of the bed, So
Alanza’s POV"If you ever need me, child, just light a candle and say my name. I will hear you."The memory of her voice dragged me out of a restless sleep. I sat bolt upright, my lungs burning as if I’d been running for miles. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that made my skin itch. The dream felt less like a fantasy and more like a summons, the phantom scent of old incense still clinging to the back of my throat.At the foot of the bed, Sombra’s head snapped up. Her ears peaked, her silver fur shimmering in the pale moonlight filtering through the window. What is it, Alanza? Your heart is screaming.I gripped the edge of the mattress, my knuckles turning white. I glanced toward the door, wondering if Karlos was standing guard in the hall. He was always there, a silent shadow tasked with keeping me contained and safe. "I know how to find Sister Loreen," I whispered, the words feeling heavy and dangerous. "The woman fr
Alanza’s POV"You aren't just a glitch in the shifter DNA, Alanza," Sombra’s voice echoes in the back of my skull, heavy with a warning I don't want to hear. "If what I suspect is true, you are the only one of your kind left."I stare at the peeling paint on the living room wall, trying to process that. I wanted answers, but this feels more like a sentence. Across from me, Lucia leans forward, her eyes wide and tracking my expression. She can’t hear the goddess talking to me, but she can clearly see the color draining from my face."There is more," Sombra continues, her tone dropping into a somber register. "Your bond with the elements acts like a signal fire. Other beings, the sensitive ones, will feel it. They will feel the raw power sitting dormant inside you."My stomach does a slow, sickening roll. "What are you actually saying?" I mutter aloud."I am saying that the moment you step past the Westwood pack borders, you become
Alanza’s POV"You aren't just a glitch in the shifter DNA, Alanza," Sombra’s voice echoes in the back of my skull, heavy with a warning I don't want to hear. "If what I suspect is true, you are the only one of your kind left."I stare at the peeling paint on the living room wall, trying to process that. I wanted answers, but this feels more like a sentence. Across from me, Lucia leans forward, her eyes wide and tracking my expression. She can’t hear the goddess talking to me, but she can clearly see the color draining from my face."There is more," Sombra continues, her tone dropping into a somber register. "Your bond with the elements acts like a signal fire. Other beings, the sensitive ones, will feel it. They will feel the raw power sitting dormant inside you."My stomach does a slow, sickening roll. "What are you actually saying?" I mutter aloud."I am saying that the moment you step past the Westwood pack borders, you become
Alanza’s POV"You aren't just a glitch in the shifter DNA, Alanza," Sombra’s voice echoes in the back of my skull, heavy with a warning I don't want to hear. "If what I suspect is true, you are the only one of your kind left."I stare at the peeling paint on the living room wall, trying to process that. I wanted answers, but this feels more like a sentence. Across from me, Lucia leans forward, her eyes wide and tracking my expression. She can’t hear the goddess talking to me, but she can clearly see the color draining from my face."There is more," Sombra continues, her tone dropping into a somber register. "Your bond with the elements acts like a signal fire. Other beings, the sensitive ones, will feel it. They will feel the raw power sitting dormant inside you."My stomach does a slow, sickening roll. "What are you actually saying?" I mutter aloud."I am saying that the moment you step past the Westwood pack borders, you become
Alanza’s POV"You aren't just a glitch in the shifter DNA, Alanza," Sombra’s voice echoes in the back of my skull, heavy with a warning I don't want to hear. "If what I suspect is true, you are the only one of your kind left."I stare at the peeling paint on the living room wall, trying to process that. I wanted answers, but this feels more like a sentence. Across from me, Lucia leans forward, her eyes wide and tracking my expression. She can’t hear the goddess talking to me, but she can clearly see the color draining from my face."There is more," Sombra continues, her tone dropping into a somber register. "Your bond with the elements acts like a signal fire. Other beings, the sensitive ones, will feel it. They will feel the raw power sitting dormant inside you."My stomach does a slow, sickening roll. "What are you actually saying?" I mutter aloud."I am saying that the moment you step past the Westwood pack borders, you become
Alanza’s POV"We finally have a second to breathe without Karlos hovering," I said, leaning back against the cool leather of Lucia’s sofa.The silence of the apartment was a relief. Lucia had spent a fortune on soundproofing this place, which meant we could actually talk about the strange things happening in my head without a pack of werewolves eavesdropping on our every word. I spent the next twenty minutes catching her up on everything I had seen and felt while I was trapped in that three-week coma.Lucia frowned, her eyes scanning my face as if searching for a fever. "I know I’m just a regular human, but that doesn't sound like a wolf spirit trying to break through. It sounds like something else entirely.""Precisely," Sombra chimed in. Her mental voice was sharp and approving. She had always been fond of Lucia’s blunt intuition."Sombra says you hit the nail on the head," I told Lucia."It is an awakening," the vo







