Jacob~
The air still shimmered with the residue of Natalie's magic, warm and tingling, like the estate was exhaling after holding its breath too long. I stood between my siblings—Fox on my left, Eagle on my right, Bubble bouncing on the balls of his feet just behind—and Natalie in front of me, her face pale but triumphant. She'd just brought thirty-four men back from the dead. I should have been thinking about how extraordinary that was, how far she'd come, how strong she now was.
But instead… something scratched at the edges of my mind. Something wasn't right.
I could feel it in my gut—the way the hairs on my neck rose, how my instincts stirred inside me, low and uneasy. My senses were too quiet. There was a silence in my soul where there should've been warmth.
And then, like a thunderclap cracking across my mind—
Easter! I gasped out loud.
My chest seized. My breath vanished. My knees nearly buckled.
