Her hand was so small.
Pale fingers reached through the crack in the stone door, stretching toward the tunnel where we stood frozen. The cavern lights flickered off the silver dust drifting through the air. My breath locked in my chest. My wolf pressed so hard against my ribs it hurt.
The fingers curled.
Then a wrist.
Then an arm.
The crack widened with a grinding groan that rattled loose stones from the ceiling. Light poured from behind the door, a silver-white glow too bright to stare at directly. Within that glow, something moved. Someone.
A small silhouette stepped forward.
A child.
My pulse slammed against my ribs.
The girl from my visions. The same small frame. The long tangled hair. The simple white dress that fluttered in a wind I could not feel. Her bare feet left faint p
