The air still hummed with leftover magic. My skin prickled like static as the last echoes of the Mirror’s energy faded through Crescent Vale. For a moment, everything was still. Then, the forest exhaled.
The ground trembled beneath my boots. Hazel swore under her breath, clutching the amulet at her throat. “It’s not done. That wasn’t a closing. That was a pulse.”
“I can feel it too.” I said. My wolf stirred uneasily, pacing inside my chest. The world smelled wrong, like burnt, sickly draught and cold iron. “It’s spreading.”
Jax scanned the tree line, his jaw tight. “That thing’s still here. Watching.” His voice was low, dangerous, threaded with a growl. The wind carried a faint echo, like whispers slipping through leaves that weren’t moving.
The Mirror had cracked but not shattered, it
