Tehila's POVMy grandmother was dead. She had died when I was sixteen, wasting away from some illness the pack healers couldn't cure. I'd held her hand as she took her last breath, watched them burn her body according to wolf tradition. So the voice calling from the darkness was impossible, no it couldn’t be.I was panicking, Dalton and I were alone. The others had vanished into the forest, following Zane toward the Dead Zone. And someone—something—was using my grandmother's voice.The footsteps grew closer. I grabbed Dalton's arm, half-dragging him behind a massive oak tree. His weight nearly pulled me down, but adrenaline gave me strength I didn't know I had. I pressed my hand over his mouth, feeling his labored breathing hot against my palm."Shh," I breathed directly into his ear.Two figures emerged from the darkness. Human, dressed in tactical gear, rifles held ready. Night vision goggles made them look like insects. They moved past our hiding spot, close enough that I could sm
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