The Lost Pack
The same gold-silver light that shimmered through the creek.
“Not again,” I whisper under my breath.
“Mum?” Jaxon looks up, eyes wide. “You’re shiny.”
“I know, sweetheart.” I force a smile, even as my pulse spikes. “It’s okay.”
But it’s not. The hum grows louder, spreading through my chest like wildfire. The air around me thickens, vibrating faintly. The spoon slips from my fingers, clattering onto the floor, and the smell of warm metal fills the air.
Jaxon takes a step closer, looking worried. “Mum?”
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