Jordan's POVMy left hand was wrong.Not painful wrong, just wrong, the fingers too long and the knuckles too wide and I was kneeling in the dirt staring at it like it belonged to someone else entirely.'Hold it,' my wolf said. 'Stop looking at it like that and hold it.'"I'm trying," I said through my teeth.'You're not trying you're panicking. There's a difference. Breathe.'"I am breathing."'You're not. You're doing that thing where you think you're breathing but you're actually just waiting to collapse. Breathe properly.'I breathed properly.The hand stayed wrong. Three seconds. Five. The forest was quiet around me and I was almost there, almost holding it, and then the golden eyes came the way they always came, not fully, just the outline of them in the dark behind my eyes, just enough, just that specific firelight quality they had that night and my chest locked up before I could stop it and—The border alarm tore through the night like something had been ripped open.The sound
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