I stood there staring at the pendant for what felt like a full minute before my body remembered how to breathe. The room was cold and silent, the air sharp against my skin, but none of that mattered. All I could see was the small silver piece resting on the blanket as if someone had just set it down.
My mother’s pendant.
The pendant she never took off.
The pendant that disappeared the night she died.
My wolf rose instantly inside me. Her ears pricked. Her breath hissed through my chest in a low warning growl. The moment I reached for the pendant, her energy surged violently.
My fingers trembled.
The metal pulsed with warmth the second I touched it.
That should not have been possible. It was freezing in this room. Everything else felt like ice. But the pendant felt alive.
“Ayla.”
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