The waterfall roared like an ancient beast, swallowing her presence with its endless crash. Mist clung to her skin, cold but strangely alive, curling around her arms like spectral fingers. McKenna stepped deeper into the spray, as though walking into the mouth of something far older than her.
Her heart pounded, but it wasn’t just fear. The note still burned in her memory, the words carved into her mind like a warning she couldn’t outrun: If you want to save the people that love you...
The truth she had discovered about her parents gnawed at her ribs, hollowing her out from the inside. Not wolves. Not hers. Not truth. She had been lied to her whole life, and now the very air around her felt unreliable.
The mist thickened, wrapping her in a veil that muted the world. She felt it then—eyes
