Chapter 7: An Enemy Made of Shadows

The echo of my scream faded into a silence so profound it was deafening. The only sound was my own ragged sobs as I clutched Lycan’s limp body to my chest. The world had shrunk to the space we occupied, a tiny island of catastrophic grief in a sea of stunned spectators. The bond was a silent, gaping void, a constant, agonizing reminder of what I had just destroyed. I had become the instrument of the very fate we had tried to escape. Then, a new sound began. It started as a low hum, a vibration...