Brie's pov
The piercing sound of a she-wolf's scream tore through the quiet stillness of the night. It was a raw, primal sound, filled with a raw, unadulterated terror. My wolf, a protective, frantic thing, was on high alert in an instant, a low growl rumbling in my chest. I knew that voice. I knew that scream. It was Astrid.
I burst out of my room, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I ran, my feet a silent whisper on the cool, stone floor. I found her in her chamber, her body a trembling mess of fear and confusion. Her face was pale, like a ghost.
She was sitting up in bed, her body drenched in a cold sweat, her eyes wide and haunted. The air around her was thick with the scent of fear, a sharp, bitter tang that made my own stomach clench with an awful apprehension.
