The cabin was silent except for the sound of rain tapping softly against the roof.
McKenna lay on the bed, tangled in the sheets, her skin pale and slick with sweat. The faint glow beneath her skin had spread — like veins filled with molten gold.
Azeo knelt beside her, his expression grim. He could feel it — the wrongness that pulsed beneath her skin — not just magic, but something alive.
He’d waited until she drifted into a half-sleep before he dared to act.
His wolf snarled in protest, pacing in his head, but he pushed it down. He needed to know what was inside her — what was killing her from within.
He pressed his palm to her chest, just above her heart, and closed his eyes.
Show me, he whispered inwardly, summoning the energy that bound him to her through their bond.
A shiver ra
