INICIAR SESIÓNWren's POV The water held no dampness at all. That was the first wrong sign. A chill climbed my arm the way a hand enters a mitten. The cabin fell away. I stood on stone. A soft drop of moisture echoed from high above. Yet I knew my real body still hung over a vessel in Odette kitchen while Kade held my middle firmly.I was in a basement. Low curves of dark stone formed the roof. A light glowed from a metal peg. A channel of dark fluid ran along the ground and out through a metal screen. An iron gate stood closed under a carved curve. Shadows made the writing hard to see. Odette sat on a wooden chair in the middle. Metal bands held her hands in front of her. Those bands shone with a pale light that made my skin itch. Her hair hung free of its pins. A dark mark grew on the side of her face. Her eyes found me at once and they burned with anger.“Do not listen to her, Wren,” she said. “Refuse whatever she offers. I should have told you the full story years ago, and I stayed quiet. That
Wren's POVThe patrol howls sounded twice before the sun came up, one long note followed by a short one, which meant the border stayed quiet while the wolves changed their watch. I stood at the kitchen window with my hands pressed flat on the cold ledge and listened to a language I had never learned. Every wolf in Ashwood could answer that call from inside, but I could only stand still and let it wash over me the way I had done every night of my life.Sleep never arrived. Each time I closed my eyes the woman from my vision stood beside that dark water with her hand stretched toward me, and the old pull behind my ribs drew tight like a thread wound around a distant finger. I told myself Odette would know what it meant, for Odette always knew something even on the days she chose to keep it to herself.A pebble struck the glass. I eased the back door open and found Kade sitting on the garden wall with dew soaking his boots and his coat hanging open, a thin pink line of healing burn showi
Wren's POVThe clear picture hit me one hour before. It was stronger than any picture I made in many weeks. My body still shook a little when Odette brought Grier and Priya into the small room where I sat."Say to them every word you said to me," Odette told me. She sat next to me. She held my hand like she thought I needed the hold.I closed my eyes for a short time. The picture stayed clear inside. "A woman. Hair like metal but her face still looked young. Light eyes that almost never closed. She stood next to water but I did not know the place. She looked straight at me like she already knew I would see her look."Grier's jaw got tight. "That is the same woman Corin talked about. It matches fully.""There is more." My voice broke. The next part was harder to say. "She was not just standing. She reached her hand toward something. Toward me I think. But I do not know if it is happening now or later."Odette held my hand tighter. "You think she comes only for you. Not just for news or
Priya's POVPeople came into the big room slowly. The old leaders walked in two or three at a time. They talked in low voices. That quiet way showed everyone already knew about last night. The news had spread more than Grier wanted. I sat at the back next to Grier. I watched Thane sit down in the middle of the raised seats. His stick rested on his legs. His face stayed blank. I knew that look. It meant he had already chosen what to do before the talk even started.Kade stood at the front. Celeste was on one side of him. Grier was on the other side. I looked hard at Celeste from my seat. I tried to see if her calm face was real or just an act. She wore plain clothes that morning. Nothing loud or fancy. Her hands stayed together in front of her. They only shook a little. She could not stop that small shake."This meeting begins," Thane said. His voice was strong and clear in the quiet room. "We are here about Celeste Ashby going missing. We are here about secret papers from the patrols
Priya's povTwo days after that the call arrived. A messenger brought it just as morning began. One folded paper held no signature and no details. Only three words written by Corin with an unsteady hand. Tonight. Fence line.Grier looked at the paper two times, then gave it to me. His face stayed calm even though I saw the strain under it. "She has become restless for whatever cause. That helps us if restlessness makes her less careful.""Or it hurts us if restlessness makes her more harmful." I looked at the paper for a long time. Fear grew low in my belly when I pictured Corin alone again at that fence line, no matter how closely we planned to guard him. "You feel sure this is the correct way. Letting him serve as lure instead of meeting her in the open with the facts we already hold.""I feel sure this is the sole way that offers any hope of truly trapping her rather than seeing her disappear the same way every earlier mark of this plot has disappeared before us." Grier folded the
Priya's POV"You stop working with the letters from your great uncle tonight," Grier said to Corin. We were still in the office near the horses. "I will not take your rank away in front of all the leaders yet. I still need people to know your face near that fence so the witch comes out again. But you must not touch any more of Thane's letters. You must tell me about every hour of every day until I say this problem is finished.""I understand." Corin's voice sounded empty. He did not fight the rules. "Whatever happens next, I deserve it many times.""You deserve much worse than losing the letter work, Corin. Do not think I am kind tonight. I use you because using you helps our group more than punishing you now. When I no longer need you, the full punishment for what you did will come." Grier's voice was hard and tired. He had no more patience left. "Go to your rooms. Tell no one about tonight until I say you can."Corin left in silence. Grier and I walked fast to the front of the house







