~Rina~
I bolted through the trees with Callan by my side, the sharp chill of fear gripping my chest. Each step felt heavier, like I was running in quicksand, but not because of the terrain. It was the sky—the sun fading into that unnatural dark blue, a color that turned every werewolf’s blood cold.
We couldn't escape it. Not here. Not on the mountain with nowhere to hide.
"Rina, come on!" Callan urged, pulling me along. I could hear the panic in his voice, but it sounded so far away, muffled by the storm of voices now swirling inside my head.
I stopped.
The voices were louder now, clear as if they were my own thoughts, telling me I could stop this. My heartbeat quickened, my feet felt glued to the ground, and Callan’s hand slipped from mine.
"Rina!" He called again, his eyes widening
