BROCK POV
The scream that echoed from the basement made my blood turn to ice.
I was leading pack patrol through Silver Peak's forest when Lily's voice tore through the night air—not just pain, but fear mixed with something inhuman. My wolf senses roared that our Guardian was in mortal danger.
"Back to the pack house!" I shouted to my patrol team. "Now!"
We ran through the trees, but something was wrong with the world around us. Colors looked different—too bright in some places, faded in others. The air itself felt thick and strange, like we were running underwater.
When we burst into the pack house clearing, I saw the trouble. The building was flickering like a broken light bulb, moving in and out of reality. One second it looked normal, the next it appeared to be made of crystal, then shadow, then something my eyes couldn't even process.
"What's happening?" gasped Maria, one of my watch wolves.
"It's Lily," I said sadly. "She's losing connection to our reality."
